You Give Love a Bad Name [Two/Syl/MG/FINISHED]

[merrill]

The night was young and the moon was supposedly full. The sky was hidden behind the thick cloud of smog that made it impossible to tell if there were any stars up there.

The luminescent street light flickered overhead of Two-Bit as he finished the last can of beer of the night. He was leaning against the post, wondering how many shots it would take for him to have it land in the garbage can. Without the knowledge of how impaired his aim was when he'd been drinking, he predicted one.

That being said, he confidently aimed and fired. He missed the garbage, not by hair, but by a whole foot. He frowned and sauntered over to pick up the can again, unable to figure how he could have screwed up a perfectly good shot. Instead of trying another stab at it, he whipped it into the garbage can.

Returning to his position by the lamp post, he begun to eye the hooker by the street curb, doing her rounds. He was not the one for meaningless sex, let alone paid sex, but he needed something to bring him out of his tedium. However, he was supposed to be waiting for someone else. That someone being Sylvia Hayes, Two-Bit's friend's girl. He knew for sure that she would not appreciate him ditching her for a prostitute. 

He amused himself with the thought of the jibes she would give him for looking at the hooker. If she were to, he would probably ask if she thought she could provide better services. It would have been the sort of comment Dallas would sock him for. Plus, Two-Bit and him were not exactly on good terms with each other. Not that there were really such thing as 'good terms' when it came to Winston. Two-Bit thought of many things Dallas would do if he were to find out about the beer thing. Those thoughts were not exactly pleasant ones.

Deep in his thoughts, Two-Bit wondered why he had told that stupid lie. The answer was obvious, he wasn't thinking. He was not the one to learn from past mistakes. He should have known Sylvia would find out. In a way, he had wanted her to find out. To put it out there. He had to admit that he liked her more than he should. From the moment he had met her, he knew that she was not the one to take any shit. In addition, she was feisty. 

He did like his girls like that, as hard as they are to come by. He always liked challenges, especially if they had nice legs. It was a bonus if they were blonde. Sure, Sylvia was not blonde, but all the rest applied.

Two-Bit mentally shook himself. What was he thinking? She's his buddy's girl. Plus, that girl was also a friend.

Maybe.

[glow=red,2,300][ooc: MG=Mystery Guest. edit: the fight between Two-Bit and Dallas never occurred.][/glow]

[sylvia]

Sylvia sauntered down the street, picking up the pace a bit when some guy leered at her as she passed. Still, even that wasn’t enough to piss on her parade. Yesterday was payday, and despite the fact that she got shit for pay, it felt good to have some money in her pocket. It never hurt to have a little extra money. Especially since she didn’t have a whole lot to begin with.

She spotted two people ahead of her and instantly recognized the one: Two-Bit Mathews. A smirk danced on her lips as she followed his gaze and some prostitute. Her eyes flitted back to Mathews. As she made her way over to him, she spared the hooker one last look. Sylvia cocked an eyebrow.

Maybe Mathews was trying to be funny, inviting her down to be with the prostitutes. He’d probably say something involving her and the other chick, laugh at his own joke, and then hand her a beer or something for being a good sport…assuming he was willing to part with the drink. Of course, if he wasn’t willing to, she’d just take it. She wasn’t above blackmail for a good beer.

She reached Mathews, a tiny hop still in her step. Rarely was she in such a good mood, but dammit, she was going to have a good day. She didn’t have enough of those. She wasn’t like Two-Bit; he almost always had some kind of bounce in his walk. True, his favorite name for her was probably “bitch”, but at least he said it with a smile.

“Mathews.” Sylvia grinned at him like the Cheshire Cat, a hand on her hip. She nodded towards the hooker. “She’s…somethin’. ‘S too bad she seems to lack my good looks, legs, and generally sweet disposition though, huh?”

[merrill]

At least someone was in a happy mood today. Sylvia came and it was obvious that something did to improve her usual cold demeanor. It was an odd sight seeing her without a smirk or some negative emotion. It was like seeing a mild-mannered pit bull.

“Mathews,” she said, cocking her hip. “She’s…somethin’. ‘S too bad she seems to lack my good looks, legs, and generally sweet disposition though, huh?”

Two-Bit thought that he was either psychic or Sylvia was very predictable. In truth, it was the latter, rather than the former. If he had been psychic, he would have known what would happen if he had given Ponyboy that dumbass lie. No, it was well known that she was always armed and ready with a snarky remark or reply. That was another thing he liked so much about her.

He tried to put on a carefree smile and made another attempt to stand up straighter. He did not want to appear to have been drinking. However, to his dismay, he felt himself sway a little as he replied, "Trust me, babe," he said, "I'd much rather get laid by you." He added a cocky smile to the statement; however, he was not joking about it at all.

The hooker from earlier that had her eye on him no longer did. Sylvia's arrival was probably what turned her away. Two-Bit's attention was no longer directed towards the prostitute, and was now fully devoted to Sylvia.

"So," he began, pausing only to smooth back his hair. "What put you in such a good mood?"

[sylvia]

“Trust me, babe. I’d much rather get laid by you.”

Sylvia straightened up slightly, giving him a look. She considered telling him that sleaziness wasn’t the way to get into a girl’s heart or pants, but she let it be. After all, one person’s sleazy might be another person’s charming.

Personally, she hadn’t decided what she’d call Two-Bit yet. There just weren’t words for the kind of shit he said and did. She’d learned to just roll with it. Well, call him a dumbass first, and then roll with it.

Sylvia watched him sway, letting a teasing smile fall into place. “Yeah? You and most the guys in New York. But haven’t you ever heard beggars can’t be choosers, Mathews? You gotta work your way up.” She moved to lean against the wall, her hands behind her. “And don’t call me ‘babe’. ‘S a good place to start.”

She watched Mathews fix his hair, and then answered his question. “Nothin’ put me in a good mood. Well, payday. But bein’ a waitress isn’t exactly gonna pay for the blue Mustang I’ve been eyein’.” Amused, she gave him a knowing look. “But at least my good mood isn’t, uh, alcohol induced…yet,” she added an afterthought.

[merrill]

"Yeah? You and most the guys in New York."

Two-Bit considered telling her something akin to "because they know you're easy", but decided that insulting her was not the way to go. Plus, it was not exactly smart. He knew from experience that girls do not do well with outward twits like those.

"But haven’t you ever heard beggars can’t be choosers, Mathews? You gotta work your way up." 

Work your way up? Two-Bit wondered what that was supposed to mean. He watched as she leaned against the brick wall that he had threw his can of beer at earlier. "Starting with what?" he asked. "What'll happen if I did work my way up?"

He was wondering what she would say. He knew it would not be something honest. Most likely, some snappy comeback. Truthfulness was not something you would find in Two-Bit and Sylvia's relationship. Well, if you could call it that; it was hardly anything beyond friendship.

“And don’t call me ‘babe’. ‘S a good place to start.”

She should have known by now that he will never remember that. He was too scatter-brained and forgetful to think of that. Habit is what had him calling anything with tits and a pair of great legs 'babe'. As far as habits went, they weren't easy to break out of.

Two-Bit listened to her little rant and could not help but observe every little gesture she made and he returned the amused glances she was giving him. He was glad she was in a good mood, because bad-tempered people were not fun to hang around with. Especially people like her.

"So, are you wantin' anythin', Sylvia?" he asked, empathizing her name. "Booze? Cigarettes?"

[sylvia]

"Starting with what? What'll happen if I did work my way up?"

“Well, I’m not plannin’ on screwing you any time soon. But maybe you’ll get laid along the way. Though I dunno why wouldn’t just go find your girlfriend.” Truthfully, she had no idea what the deal was with him and his girlfriend, but she’d never met the chick. Maybe he’d dumped her or something. For some reason, she thought she’d be able to tell if he was the dumpee.

"So, are you wantin' anythin', Sylvia?" he asked, empathizing her name. "Booze? Cigarettes?"

“Yeah, because you’d give me anythin’ I want, right?” Sylvia nearly stuck her tongue out at him, but she wasn’t in quite a good enough mood for that shit yet. Knowing her, she probably wouldn’t ever be. Being in a good mood didn’t mean you had to make yourself look like a dumbass; if it did, she’d understand Mathews a whole lot better.

She straightened up. If he gave in and called her Sylvia that easily, something had to be up. Or he just didn’t want her to elbow him in the head again. “I’m thinkin’ I should be askin’ you the same question, Mathews. What do you want? Booze? Cigarettes?” she repeated, smirking.

[merrill]

“Well, I’m not plannin’ on screwing you any time soon. But maybe you’ll get laid along the way." 

Two-Bit chuckled at that. He had a feeling she did not actually mean it. As said before, truthfulness was not a big thing between them. He decided not to answer to that and tried not to look hopeful. Desperation was most definitely something more than most women did not find attractive. It made men appear submissive and he knew that did not describe himself at all. 

Jesus Christ, Mathews, thought Two-Bit, you're acting like a little girl itching to get asked out for a dance.

Scolding himself, he snapped his attention back to Sylvia when she mentioned Kathy. Not by name, but by title. His girlfriend. "I would, if I had an idea where she was," he said, in all honesty.

He had no absolute idea where Kathy was. He had not seen her for days...weeks, maybe. It was not like he was counting, and he most definitely did not care enough to call her. That one thought struck odd. Kathy and Two-Bit had been together for the longest time ever, not including the times they've broken up, and h found that he no longer cared at all for the girl. Maybe, he reasoned, he was tired of all the little conflicts they were having before the long period of absences?

Besides, what is done is done. Kathy obviously wanted nothing to do with him and he for her. However, on the other hand, the person he did want something to do with--Jesus! Two-Bit nearly kicked himself. Sylvia was Dal's girlfriend and it would be back-stabbing to even think about that.

“Yeah, because you’d give me anythin’ I want, right?” 

Two-Bit nearly told her that he would. He almost hated her for saying that. He knew that he could not possibly answer that without having it end where he becomes her bitch, again. She already had enough blackmail on him and to add more would be the straw that broke the camel's back. 

Instead, he simply answered, "It depends on what, 'cause it ain't like I have Daddy's credit card." Then he added, "But I know a few places where I could get a five finger discount."

He raised an open palm, all five fingers raised.

“I’m thinkin’ I should be askin’ you the same question, Mathews. What do you want? Booze? Cigarettes?” 

Two-Bit felt his heart skip a beat as he instantly replied, his mind going auto-pilot, "You--", and he stopped himself before continuing. He felt his ears burn and cursed the fact that he was standing under the street light, spot-lighting every emotion and expression coming across his face. He leaned out of the brilliant light and hoped Sylvia could not see his embarrassment. 

Oh Christ. He willed so much that she would not suspect a thing. Or caught anything that had previously happened in the past thirty seconds. He did not know how this all started, and he wished it would all end. The confusing thoughts and emotions. The definite fact that Dal would kill him for even looking at Sylvia. But he knew that unless he fell into a vegetated coma, the feelings would not suddenly go.

Two-Bit wished he had recovered more quickly from the Freudian slip he made, and he had nothing left to do but hope. "Uh, cigarettes would be fine," he said, still feeling the burn in his cheeks. 

[sylvia]

"I would, if I had an idea where she was.”

Sylvia looked at Mathews and snorted. “How the hell do you lose your own girlfriend?” But then again, she wasn’t one to talk. After all, Dally had been MIA for a while now. True, she saw him at that party for Horsekid a little bit ago, but then he’d disappeared all over again. She thought it was a really shitty deal, but she wouldn’t tell anybody that. Not even him. Hell, especially not him.

Swallowing, Sylvia finally noticed her smirk’s absence, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it had disappeared. She shook it off.

Mathews said something about the five finger discount he was so well known for, and she forced a bright smile on her face. Well, bright as she could. It’d still seem somewhat sarcastic to anyone who didn’t know that a completely genuine grin was something of a big step for her.

“Don’t tell me you’d steal somethin’ for me, Mathews. And here I was thinkin’ you didn’t know how to show a girl a good time.” She looked down the alleyway, watching some homeless cat walk around. Surprisingly enough, the thing was actually pretty fat. Gotta love NY-fuckin’-C, she thought. ‘Specially the—

”You—” Mathews said.

Her thoughts broke off at the one word, and her head snapped to face him. It took a lot to embarrass Two-Bit, but he looked like he’d just been caught with his pants down. If even that would embarrass him. She had her doubts.

She cocked an eyebrow, and then remembered who she was talking to: Two-Bit Mathews, Jokester Extraordinaire. “Me, huh?” She mock-elegantly tossed a lock of hair over her shoulder. He said something about cigarettes, but she ignored that. “Well, then you might wanna practice holdin’ down a job. And you better get really good with that five finger discount, ‘cause like I said, I’m hopin’ for a new car for my birthday.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of gum, popping it into her mouth. “And I hope you like moonlight and long walks along the beach, Mathews, ‘cause Dally loves that shit.”

She paused, then smugly added, "And since your girlfriend isn't around for you to make out with, you better start practicin' on the back of your hand. I'm a pro, and I'm sure not waitin' for you to catch up."

[merrill]

“How the hell do you lose your own girlfriend?”

Sylvia said this in a very abrasive tone, but Two-Bit could see a hint of sadness flit across her face. He knew that she was probably thinking of Dallas. He knew that he had not been around for quite some time and he had the feeling that she was thinking something not too different from what he was. 

He did not answer, and instead he returned to his thoughts. Still observing every movement she made, his focus was on Dallas. A much better boyfriend would be around more often, or at least call once in a while. It was true that Two-Bit had not talked to Kathy in a long time; however, this situation was different. They were technically not together, right? Then Two-Bit found himself picturing the situation as if Dallas and Sylvia were not together anymore, either.

If Dallas really did care about her, he would check on her. Two-Bit was already hanging out with Sylvia more often than he was.

“Don’t tell me you’d steal somethin’ for me, Mathews. And here I was thinkin’ you didn’t know how to show a girl a good time."

Two-Bit dipped his head down and placed an arm behind his neck. He scratched his head and whispered, "'S not like I have much of a choice." This was partially the truth. He knew that if he did not obey her law, she could easily tell Dallas about the beer incident and not to mention, the throwing her over his shoulder thing. Then, it would be only minutes before Dallas would hunt him down and beat his ass for sure. Or would she tell him? She had been presented with with two opportunities to do so, already. Maybe she did not want to see his ass beat?

“Me, huh?” she asked, after he had let himself slip. She began to rattle off a list of things that he would have to do.

She thought he was only kidding.

Two-Bit could barely bring himself to speak. She thought that he was being his usual drunk, joking self. He knew he was not the most perfect guy and he was not exactly Prince Charming. He did not control the fact that he kept getting fired. Perhaps he did have some control there; but, Two-Bit could not help it. 

He stood there, unable to decide whether to continue to fight the good fight or run away. He could not bring himself to do either.

At that particular moment, he felt a deep hatred for Dallas. He hated the fact that Dally had not been around enough to prevent Two-Bit from liking his girl. He hated that Dallas has not been here to punch some sense and shit into him. 

"I--" He could not bring himself to say anything. Not that Sylvia gave him a chance to.

"And since your girlfriend isn't around for you to make out with, you better start practicin' on the back of your hand. I'm a pro, and I'm sure not waitin' for you to catch up."

Two-Bit felt his innards collapse and a shiver went down his spine. Her pretty face bore into him, so smug and full of smirks. It was if she was talking in slow motion, her lips cautiously forming every word and taunting him. He felt his face flash in either anger or hurt, he was not so sure. 

"How would you know?" he asked, intentionally speaking at a slow pace. "Can't judge somethin' you'd never tried."

He approached her, towering only about three inches taller than her. A whole shitload of thoughts penetrated his mind and jumbled up, but he ignored them all. He tried to keep all emotion from his face and wiped it blank. He was always good at controlling his expressions to his will. "Can't judge somethin'," he said, his tone smooth and deep. "'Cause you might like it."

Then, he kissed her.

[sylvia]

Sylvia froze, suddenly finding herself a little up close and personal with Two-Bit Mathews. Two-Bit Mathews. Of all people. He had his own brand of charm, she’d admit to that (to herself, no one else). But still. He was Two-Bit Fucking Mathews.

And she was Sylvia Hayes. Sylvia Hayes, Ms. New to New York. Sylvia Hayes, with a rep for being easier than she actually was. And most importantly, Sylvia Hayes, with a boyfriend. A boyfriend who was somewhere doing Lord knows what. Hopefully not the same thing she was or she’d have to kill somebody.

Meanwhile, his friend was practically shoving his tongue down her throat. Well…no. He wasn’t. It was just a plain kiss. Not that she’d describe it as plain, per se…

Sylvia shook her head, jerking back. “What the fuck?” she snarled, automatically bringing her hands up to push Mathews off of her. She snapped her jaw together tightly, ready to smack him if he tried something again.

What the hell had she done to cause it the first time? Looking back on it, she thought she had her answer. Everybody always told her to stop being such a smartass, and now she finally found someone who was going to make her eat her words. Of course it’d be him.

“Look, that—.” She broke off. Sylvia wasn’t generally one for thinking before speaking, but she figured it might pay off. After all, she liked Mathews. Well, she used to. She wasn’t so sure now. He would’ve known it was wrong, and dammit, it was. She didn’t care how good he was at it.

Frowning, she remembered the way he’d been watching her. The way he smiled at the things she said, no matter how bitchy. The way she’d mention Dally and Two-Bit would become Public Douchebag #1. The way, just a few seconds ago, he’d…

Well shit.

Sylvia straightened up, making herself as tall as she could. Eyeing Two-Bit suspiciously, she spoke through clenched teeth. “Look, Mathews. Don’t. Got it?”

[yolanda7h]

Dally dug his hands in his jacket pockets, and walked with hast, still with a cool ease in his step. He really shouldn't be out there, but he wanted to make his way to Buck's and grab a few things, and maybe catch Sylvia before leaving again. He'd been staying with a few friends from further in the city, trying to wait out the fuckin 'Watson & Holmes' pursuit. Those were the same guys he hung out with during his three-year criminal streak, a streak that got him in jail for 10 months. But the good thing about those guys was that they were tight nit, they stuck together, and they kept their mouths shut. They were smart about things. They knew it was the only way they'd be able to keep themselves alive. Drug busts, murder raps, all kinds of shit were out there on those streets, and they were wild. But they were still smart about it. If the weren't, they'd end up dead.

Dally knew that if he hung around Windrixville, he'd be busted for sure. So he had to stay with those guys until everything blows over.

And he was confident the detectives couldn't do nothing to him. As long as he kept a low profile, he wasn't going to go back to the slammer. And as long as the greasers kept their mouths shut if they found out anything more than what he told them, he should be alright. He wasn't worried. Ain't no reason to be worried, as far as Dal was concerned. Yeah, yeah he knew he was in deep this time, and he got himself into something tough. But Dal knew how to keep a cool head about these sort of things. Just don't be stupid. And look out for number one. Then there was no reason to be worried.

He kept walking, turned a corner and saw Sylvia and Two-Bit. Well, shit. Just the people he was trying to see. A greaser and his girl. Seeing Two-Bit, he thought about stopping by the Curtis house too - just to see how Johnny was doing. But as he approached, Dal noticed the look on Sylvia's face. What the fuck was going on? Those two looked like they were having a fuckin moment or something.

"Look, Mathews. Don’t. Got it?” he heard. Dal figured the fucker was probably trying to be funny, and hit the wrong nerve with Sylvia. Two-Bit ran his mouth so much, it'll take someone to knock his teeth out to shut him up. Ain't nothin new. Dal, not caring about Mathews for a moment, went up to Sylvia and tackled her from behind with his arms around her waist. It wasn't rough enough to hurt her, but enough to grab her and pull her backwards, almost lifting her off her feet, as if he were going to kidnap her. He was aiming to scare the shit out of her but Two-Bit probably gave it away with the look on his face. Dal wasn't paying attention.

"Don't what?" he said, his deep voice giving away that he wasn't some random creeper. He started kissing her neck. "Mmm Two-Bit ain't causin no trouble is he? What he say to you?" he asked in between teasing her neck. He looked up at Two-Bit. "That mouth is gonna get you jumped, you know that right? Don't ask for any fuckin favors when that shit happens."

[merrill]

Two-Bit wondered when his nomination for 'Dumbass of the Year' was about to come in the mail. 

Though there was no award for such thing, he knew he would win right away. He thought he could control the temptation. He thought that he would be able to hold himself back and let Sylvia do the leading. That is what was supposed to happen. However, apparently he could not take being so closed to her and letting his emotions take control.

Jesus H. Christ, Mathews, are really fucking retarded? He could barely piece any other coherent together and nothing seemed to make sense when he tried talking.

"Look, Mathews. Don’t. Got it?”

Her tone was bitter, sharp, and very much akin to knives tearing at his chest. Each word was a dagger dipped in poison stabbing his heart. Two-Bit understood her hatred and knew that she would probably never forgive him ever again. 

He tried another attempt at talking and all that came out was, "Ba--Sylvia--I'm s..." And even those simple words could not leave Two-Bit's mouth. The thing was, he was not sorry. He did not regret that brief moment and he could still feel her lips on his. 

"I couldn't...help myself," he tried a last time, and unable to keep the stutter out of his voice, "and...I think--no, I lo--"

And if his luck couldn't get any worse, a very familiar voice was heard.

"Don't what?" 

As red as his face was probably once was, it paled dramatically and Two-Bit looked in horror as Dallas snuck up on Sylvia, grabbing her. Speak of the devil...

"Don't nothin', Winston," he snapped. 

Right then and there, he wanted to blow up on his friend. He felt his innards begin to deteriorate even more as every kiss placed on Sylvia by the guy who does not even bother checking up on her more than once in a while. 

"Mmm Two-Bit ain't causin no trouble is he? What he say to you"? Dallas said to Sylvia, and then added, this time to Two-Bit. "That mouth is gonna get you jumped, you know that right? Don't ask for any fuckin favors when that shit happens."

He could no longer bear watch Dallas touch Sylvia without a feeling of envy hitting him like a train. The jealousy made him sick and could only string enough words to get his point across.

"I don't need none of your fuckin' favors, Winston!" he yelled, scaring the fat cat into its garbage can. He quickly lowered his tone down to a hiss, not wanting his business all over the neighborhood. "An' you know what? I think maybe your chick could use one, though. I think it'd be a real fuckin' favor if you go an' be her fuckin' boyfriend at least once in a while!"

Two-Bit stood so he could stare right past Sylvia and right into Dallas' cold, uncaring eyes. For a brief second, he wondered how Sylvia could fall in love with someone like him. Someone with as much emotion as a rock. There had been many moments in his life that Two-Bit nearly did hate Winston, but never did he hate him before. Until now.

Under that layer of deep, intense hatred for the younger man, was a self-dislike. He knew there should be no reason for making Dallas the scapegoat for his problems. It only seemed easier that way. But, Dallas did not have any control over Two-Bit 's emotions. Nobody did, but Two-Bit himself.

Whatever happened to bros before hoes? Two-Bit thought bitterly to himself. What did you do to get yourself into this shit?

[sylvia]

Because she was more than a little preoccupied trying to decipher whatever Two-Bit had been trying to force out, she didn’t register his abrupt expression change until she felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind. She jumped about a foot in the air, and then glanced over her shoulder to see whose ass she was gonna be kicking.

She saw who it was, and suddenly had a little trouble catching her breath. But if anybody asked, it didn’t have anything to do with the fact that Dallas Winston was actually there,back from who the hell knows where. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that he might even stay around for a while if she was lucky. She didn’t have to wonder if he’d gotten hurt somewhere or locked up or maybe even found someone else. It wasn’t because she’d actually missed his smile, or his voice. Missed him.

It was just the aftermath of the near heart attack he’d caused. Naturally.

She leaned back into him as he began kissing her neck, putting her hands over his. She was about to turn all the way around to face him when she heard Mathews say “Don’t nothin’, Winston.” She scowled. Dally was in some kind of good mood and she was content to keep it that way, but apparently Two-Bit had other plans because he was on some kind of mission to be an A1 Asshole.

Sylvia thought he was done, and she realized too late that he wasn’t. If she would’ve had any idea what was coming next, she would’ve done a lot more to stop him.

“An' you know what? I think maybe your chick could use one, though. I think it'd be a real fuckin' favor if you go an' be her fuckin' boyfriend at least once in a while!"

Sylvia tensed, unintentionally tightening her hands on Dally’s. She wished she could go back and just kick Mathews before he had a chance to go on a rant that made her sick to her stomach. As far as she was concerned, those few sentences were worse than anything he’d done before and probably the worst thing he could do.

“Shut the hell up,” she barked, seething. “Don’t go shootin’ off your mouth about things you don’t fucking know or understand. I don’t wanna hear it.”

She almost stopped herself there. She would’ve if his words weren’t still hanging in the air. He was supposed to be a lighthearted kind of guy, but there was nothing funny about what he said. Shit if they didn’t sting like hell…for a bunch of lies. She told herself that’s all they were, and if anybody said differently, they could go fuck themselves.

She set her feet firmly into the ground, sucking in a shaky breath. “Next time keep your keep your lips and your bullshit comments to yourself, Mathews.”

[yolanda7h]

Dally held Sylvia tight by the waist. Damn, that girl knew she was fine. That's one thing he missed when he was away with some of the New York gangs, trying to lay low - seeing that nice piece of ass. He really shouldn't been out there in Windrixville anyway, but he figured he see her and some of the guys before he left again. Maybe he could squeeze in some alone time with Sylvia, and he could think of a lot of things he could do with her right now.

"Don't nothin', Winston,"

Dally looked up at him, not showing much by way of emotion towards Two-Bit snapping. "You know what? Fuck you," he said dryly, an almost automatic reaction, not really meant to rile anyone up, before returning towards teasing Sylvia. He really didn't give a crap about what was eating at Two-Bit.

"What do you say we go somewhere, huh?" he said in a low drawl in her ear. Then he was interrupted once again by Mathews.

"I don't need none of your fuckin' favors, Winston! An' you know what? I think maybe your chick could use one, though. I think it'd be a real fuckin' favor if you go an' be her fuckin' boyfriend at least once in a while!"

What the fuck? Where did this fucker get off telling him how to treat his girl? Dally let Sylvia go, his narrow eyes burning right through Two-Bit. "What you say to me?" he said, a threat in his tone. "What you say to me, you little fuck?" He didn't care what the heck was going on with that guy, or what his problem was. No one tells him what to do or how to do it. No one. Especially not Two-Bit.

“Shut the hell up,” Sylvia said. “Don’t go shootin’ off your mouth about things you don’t fucking know or understand. I don’t wanna hear it.... Next time keep your keep your lips and your bullshit comments to yourself, Mathews.”

Dally's gaze shot to Sylvia at the hint of a kiss between those two before turning his angered glare back to Two-Bit. Sylvia wouldn't play around about something like that. Was this fucker actually stupid enough to kiss his girl? He started approaching him, anger only making him see red. "You kiss my girl?" He shoved him in the chest. Hard. "You kiss my girl, you little shit?" Two-bit just wanted to get his ass beat. That must be it. Anyone who tried to fuck with Dal just wanted their ass beat.

[merrill]

"You know what? Fuck you." was what was so creatively said after Two-Bit refused to talk. 

"I'd rather not." The reply's dry tone imitated the same Dallas used. He did not seem too bothered by the mood and went back to not only teasing Sylvia, but also making Two-Bit's stomach sick.

"What you say to me?" he said after Two-Bit's little 'rant'. "What you say to me, you little fuck?"

"It's good that you know more words than just 'fuck'," he muttered lamely. Dallas did not exactly have a reputation for a vast vocabulary. Not that he cared.

“Shut the hell up, don’t go shootin’ off your mouth about things you don’t fucking know or understand. I don’t wanna hear it.” 

Two-Bit broke his eye contact with Dallas and let his eyes wander down to Sylvia. He knew it was dumbass thing to have tried and kissed her, but she had no right to say those things. He was pretty sure he fully understood. Only the other day she had been wondering whether Dallas still cared for her or not. That was when Dally had been rumored to be in jail...again. 

The last jab had hit him full-on and he could not help but feel very hurt from it. However, he kept his face cold and expressionless. As much as he felt like lashing out at something, he knew that he had to control his emotions and not let them get the better of him. Think of the trouble it had gotten him in the last time he let himself go.

“Next time keep your keep your lips and your bullshit comments to yourself, Mathews.”

Two-Bit felt a shiver down his spine when she said it in such a cold tone. She had the classic pissed off look and trouble seemed to be the only conclusion to come out of throwing any retort back at her and trouble was what Two-Bit already has. Before he could even reply, Dallas pushed him hard in the chest.

"You kiss my girl? You kiss my girl, you little shit?"

Two-Bit glared at the other man and stood up straight again. On a normal day he would have enjoyed a good fight. Fights were a routine in his life he frequented often and it was not unusual for him to fight with Dally. But those were usually only "play" fights. They did not mean anything.

"Maybe I did," he growled menacingly. "Maybe I provided her with what you didn't."