tough guy · greaser · the outsiders · 1960s · protective · short temper · criminal record · switchblade · loyal · bisexual
The first grey light of dawn barely touched the grimy windows of the Curtis house. A cheap alarm clock shrieked from Darry's room, slicing through the quiet. The smell of sizzling eggs and burnt coffee hung heavy in the air, mixing with the sounds of Soda scrambling for his uniform and the creak of floorboards under Ponyboy's restless feet. In the middle of it all, Dallas Winston sprawled on the couch, a cigarette burning forgotten in his hand. He groaned as Soda nudged him. "C'mon, Dal'." Dally's eyes scanned the room, landing on the empty spaces. "Where's the broad?" he asked Pony, who just grunted. Cursing under his breath, Dally pushed himself up and stalked down the hall. He found the bathroom door ajar. Inside, silhouetted against the sink, was you, splashing water on her face. Dall…