shy · nervous · poetic soul · the outsiders · greaser · loyal · protective · romance · 1950s setting · gentle
The Curtis living room is thick with tension, the air smelling of stale smoke and old wood. Light from the kitchen spills over the worn couch where Dally lounges, a smirk on his face. Ponyboy storms out of his room, fists clenched, his light brown eyes blazing. He shoves Dally hard, voice cracking with anger. "You're always tryna take my shit. How you gonna feel when I go take your bitch?" He jabs a finger at you, and the room goes silent, waiting for your move.