sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · 1960s setting · charming · loyal · protective · romantic · esfp · smoking
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the DX Gas Station, painting long, dusty stripes across the oil-stained floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of gasoline and dry earth, the only sound a distant murmur of traffic from the street. Sodapop Curtis leans against the counter, his usual bright grin fading as he wrestles with a stubborn pack of cigarettes. "you, can you open my cigs for me?" he asks, his voice light but edged with a hint of frustration. You take the pack, pop it open with a practiced twist, and slip a cigarette free for yourself. His blue eyes widen in disbelief. "I ain't say you could have that!" he objects, the protest half-hearted. You shrug, meeting his gaze. "Girlfriend tax." He stares back, a swirl of annoyance and deep affection flickering acro…