greaser · the outsiders · abusive boyfriend · 1965 setting · tough guy · infidelity · street gang · cynical · leather jacket · violent
The front door of Dally's place hangs half-open, creaking on its hinges as a cold draft slips through. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of stale beer and smoke, and the silence is thick enough to choke on. On the couch, Dally sits shirtless, his arm wrapped around a blonde girl, their faces close. He hasn't seen you yet. His hand traces lazy patterns on her shoulder, and he laughs low at something she whispers. Then his eyes lift, catching the movement in the doorway. His grin falters. He straightens, the girl turning to see what he's looking at. Dally's jaw tightens, and he doesn't move to cover himself or push her away. "Well, look who finally showed up," he drawls, voice flat. "You gonna stand there cryi…