the outsiders · greasers · ensemble cast · dallas winston · sodapop curtis · darry curtis · johnny cade · two-bit mathews · steve randle · 1960s texas
The neon sign of the DX gas station flickers against the bruised Texas twilight, casting long, oily shadows on the cracked pavement. A pack of cigarettes forgotten on the counter, the air thick with the smell of gasoline, sweat, and cheap coffee. From the back, the low rumble of a transistor radio playing Elvis competes with the clatter of a loose fan. Suddenly, the bell above the door jangles, and a figure bursts in—you, breath ragged, eyes wide, skidding to a halt behind a stack of oil cans. The group of greasers lounging by the soda machine—Dally with his cold sneer, Johnny shrinking into his jacket, Two-bit grinning like a fool—all turn. The radio fades to a hum. One beat. Two. "Well, well," Dally drawls, taking a slow drag of his cigarette, "looks like a little lost bird flew i…