Never Enough Winstons |The Outsiders|

Bonnie and Clyde

→ Money is tight, but Hannah has an idea to change that.

"Okay, you got your knife?"

Culry reached into his pocket for his knife before flicking it open. The long steel blade gleamed in the bright sunlight. Hannah toyed with a quarter in her hand as the two greasers stared across the street at the general store.

"Remember the plan?"

Curly nodded seriously as Hannah crossed the street and pushed the door open. Immediately, the shopkeeper's eyes followed her as she walked around the store. He was an older man with grey hair, a suspicious look in his eye. She ignored him as she continued to walk around. Suddenly, Curly started to cross the street.

It's showtime.

Hannah cracked her knuckles after dropping a pack of M&M's on the counter and sliding the quarter to the cashier. "Just this," she says, trying to be polite. The man sends her a forced smile as the bell above the door jingles, and another greaser steps inside. She could smell the cigarette smoke on his jacket as Culry stepped up behind her.

Then, his fist wrapped around her hair as he pulled her back and brought the knife to her throat.

"Gimme all the money in the register or she fucking dies," Curly demanded. The man just stood there, shocked as Hanah pretended to struggle against Curly's grip.

Holy fuck man, I know I'm a greaser and all, but give us the money.

"You think I'm messing around, man? I'll kill her!"

"Give him the money," Hannah cried. "Please, I have a family!"

These seemed to scare the cashier into action. With trembling hands, he reached into the register and handed over a stack of bills. Curly took them and shoved the crumpled bills into his pocket before pushing Hannah away and leaving the store. The cashier breathed in deeply as Hannah wiped the fake tears from her eyes and chuckled. "Pleasure doing business with you."

Then she was gone. 

Hannah and Curly sat in the lot, both counting out the money they had stolen together.

"Looks like we both get six bucks," Culry said proudly. Hannah agreed as she stood up, tucking the bills in her pocket. "Nice working with you Curls. If we keep this up, we'd be the richest greasers in Tulsa by the end of the month."

Curly smiled widely at the thought of money as he too rose to his feet. "What are you gonna do with your cut?"

"Savings. Used the last bit of my money to bail Dal outta the slammer last week. You?"

"Heading to the Dingo, I wanna milkshake. Wanna come?"

"Why not, got nothing better to do."

Walking to the Dingo together was a bad idea. Turns out, the cashier had decided to call the police on the two after their robbery. Hannah stood next to the payphone as she dialled the Curtis house.

"Curtis house, Darrel speaking."

"Hey Darry, it's Hannah. Is my brother there?"

"No, he's probably still asleep. Whatcha need kid?"

" I need him to come bail me out."

Cue exhausted sigh.

"What did you do?"

"Stole from a convince store," she said, trying not to chuckle.

"On your own?"

"No! I'm not that stupid. I'm with Curly, Tim's on his way. I just need you to wake up Dallas or Buck and tell 'em I need bail. I only got one phone call, Dar."

"Alright. Bye Hannah."

Tim showed up roughly ten minutes later and paid the ten-dollar bail for his little brother. He looked at Hannah in the holding cell behind the front desk as an officer came in and pulled Curly to his feet.

"How you doing Hannah?"

"Could be better," she shouted back.

"Someone coming to get you?"

She shrugged, "Eventually."

Tim cursed while he reached into his pocket for his wallet a second time. Hannah watched carefully as he slid a green slip of paper across the counter. "Give me the girl too."

The officer pushed Culry out before rounding back for Hannah/ The three then hopped into Tim's car. "I'll pay you back," Hannah told Tim as they sped off down the road. Tim laughed.

"No, you won't."

"Are you saying I won't pay you back, or you don't want me to pay you back?"

Tim scoffed loudly as they pulled up in front of Buck's bar. "You wouldn't pay me back even if I wanted you to."

That's when Dallas stormed out of the bar, his hair soaking wet as he pulled a t-shirt on. "What the fuck did you do!"

Hannah smiled as she jumped out of Tim's car. "Good afternoon to you too, Dal."

"Cut the bullshit. Buck wakes me up ten fucking minutes ago by dumping fucking water on me and says you got yourself arrested!"

"Uh-huh. Sounds about right to me. Tim bailed me out so..."

Dallas swatted his sister on the back of the head. "I'm getting you a leash."

"Calm down, I ran off for an hour. You've run off for five fucking years!"

Tim and Curly laughed loudly as they drove down the street.

Dallas flipped them off. "Shut the fuck up, Timothy."

ok, I had the idea of curly and Hannah actually being friends and pissing their brothers off, and now I'm kinda obsessed with it.

this is also an announcement that I may be changing the way I write these stories. 

**Dallas and Hannah are not going anywhere**, this is still going to be a continuation of "Winstons", but the chapters will probably be written in point form instead of paragraphs, like how they are in most headcanon/imagine books.

if this disappoints you, I'm sorry. I just don't really have the motivation anymore, but still want to share the dumbassery I've come up with.

Please comment and let me know what you think, tell me if there's anything you *really* want to see. {From any of the characters}

love ya <3