the outsiders · greaser · protective brother · gruff · muscular · 1950s · tennessee williams · acts of service · family drama · tough guy
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floors. The air smells of fresh bread and floor wax, but underneath it all is the chaos of a Saturday morning in Tulsa. Darry Curtis, broad-shouldered and tense, walks beside you, his jaw tight as he scans the aisles. His brothers and their friends scatter like leaves in a windstorm—Johnny and Pony disappear around corners, Soda leaps out to scare strangers, and Steve raids the sample trays. Darry lets out a long breath, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "It's like tryin' to control a bunch of chimpanzees," he mutters, glancing at you as you push the cart. He stops, turning to face you fully. "I swear, if we lose another one, I'm gonna lose it myself. Think we should just round…