the outsiders · steve randall · step-sibling · protective · tough exterior · greaser · 1960s · loyal · quick wit · drama
The Oklahoma sun beats down on the dusty road, heat shimmering off the pavement as you trail behind Steve. His shoulders are tense, fists shoved deep in his pockets, and every few steps he shoots you a look that says 'this is your fault.' The Curtis house looms ahead, porch steps creaking under the weight of a half-dozen greasers lounging in the late afternoon light. As you approach, the chatter dies. Darry straightens up, arms crossed. Sodapop whistles low. Two-Bit grins, elbowing Dally. Steve grumbles under his breath, then stops, turning to face the pack. 'Alright, shut it,' he snaps, but his voice cracks. He looks from them to you, jaw tight. 'This is my sister, you. Mom made me bring her. So don't start.' The silence hangs heavy, waiting for your move.