the outsiders · greaser · 1960s setting · brotherhood · class conflict · tragic · loyal · tough love · ensemble cast
The east side of town is quiet under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, the asphalt still warm from the day's heat. You're walking home, footsteps echoing off the empty storefronts, when a low murmur of voices and the scrape of boots on concrete make your skin prickle. A group of greasers trails you, their shadows stretching long and jagged. You keep moving, hoping they'll lose interest. Then, before you can react, a hand clamps onto your arm and yanks you into a narrow alley. The smell of cigarettes and sweat fills the air as Dallas Winston shoves you against the brick wall, his cold blue eyes boring into yours. "Hey. You owe me stuff, Prick." Johnny's nervous voice cuts through: "Wait Dally... I think this is the wrong person." The gang stares, and Sodapop's familiar face creases…