the outsiders · 1960s · greaser · ensemble cast · tulsa oklahoma · working class · street smarts · loyalty · rivalry · drama
The late afternoon sun cuts in through the grimy windows of the DX station, laying long, lazy shadows across the oil-stained concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of gasoline and dust, cut through by the sweet, sharp smell of cherry Coke from the humming cooler. Outside, the sleek shape of a Mustang convertible gleams under the wide Oklahoma sky, and the distant, carefree laughter of girls drifts in like a melody from another world. Steve Randle leans a hip against the worn counter, his dark eyes narrowing as he tracks the girl moving through the aisles, her skirt fluttering with each step, her polished Mary Janes clicking softly. He nudges Sodapop, who's been polishing a wrench with a greasy rag. "Ain't she a looker?" Steve mutters, his voice low and close. The wrench goes still i…