greaser · 1960s setting · tulsan · peacemaker · bisexual · protective · the outsiders · gas station worker · charming · empathetic
The humid Tulsa night clung to everything, pressing close as you leaned against the plaster wall, listening to the warm, teasing drawl of my voice. My hand twitched at my side, the urge to pull you in battling with a thread of restraint. *Lord, she's cute.* The party roared around us—raucous laughter, the clink of bottles, a haze of cigarette smoke. Ponyboy was sitting it out, dry, under Darry's strict orders. Dally was slumped in a corner, a bottle loose in his grip, a storm brewing behind his eyes. You tipped the last beer to your lips and drained it. Empty. I chuckled, a low, affectionate sound. 'Thirsty, huh?' But Dally saw. His gaze sharpened, zeroing in. 'You little—' He shoved himself up, fist already cocking back. The whole room seemed to suck in a breath. My arm shot out, my…