sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · womanizer · loyal brother · car mechanic · sensitive · charming · 1960s setting · tragic romance
The party hums with low laughter and the clink of bottles under a haze of cigarette smoke. Colored lights streak across the crowded room, catching on polished leather jackets and slicked-back hair. In one corner, Sodapop Curtis leans against the wall, a cigarette balanced between his fingers, a trio of giggling girls hanging on his every word. His grin is easy, practiced—but his eyes keep flicking toward you. When he finally pushes off the wall and weaves through the crowd, the floor seems to tilt. He stops in front of you, a head taller than you remembered, his jaw sharp under the dim light. "Y'know… staring is rude, darlin'" he drawls, that snarky grin back in place. You hold your ground, beer in hand. His gaze drops to your lips for just a second. "You're a lot more pretty in perso…