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Post by yolanda7h on Nov 10, 2010 2:13:00 GMT -5
"It's good that you know more words than just 'fuck',"
"Yeah I got a lot more than words for you, wiseass." Dally said, his expression cold as ice, his hands balling into fists.
"Maybe I did. Maybe I provided her with what you didn't."
Dally didn't hesitate. Without another word he charged at Mathews with a snarl, tackling him to the ground with everything he had. Yeah, he was used to fighting with Two-Bit, but Dally wasn't going to let anyone get away with kissing his girl, so this wasn't some roughhousing match. Dal wasn't thinking at all - all he knew was that he wanted get Two-Bit right where it hurt.
He didn't come back to town for this shit. And to think that at one point he took the rap for Mathews when he broke someone's window. Now he came back to town to find out he was trying to make out with his girl?! Really, it didn't mean nothin' and it wasn't too much of a shock. Dally knew he could only look out for himself anyway, you can't trust no one. Even when you think someone's got your back, they'll just fuck you over. No, Dal wasn't surprised, not one bit.
But he was fuming. When he tackled Two-Bit to the ground, he didn't relent because he was a 'friend.' Two-Bit deserved whatever he got, as far as Dal was concern. No one touches Sylvia and no one tells him how he should treat her. He wasn't gonna take that shit from anyone - not even Two-Bit.
"You little piece of shit," He snarled after punch number one. Dally delivered it as hard as he could. Then came punch number two. His arm pulled back to give him another good one in the jaw.
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Post by merrill on Nov 13, 2010 11:23:42 GMT -5
"Yeah I got a lot more than words for you, wiseass."
Two-Bit narrowed his eyes and frowned. He could see that Dallas was preparing for a fight what with his fists all balled up. He did not want to fight for the woman he lo--liked more than he should. But if it ever came to be necessary, then perhaps he would.
"Please don't," he said, trying to keep his tone pleasant; anger dripped into his tone. "I don't wanna spend my time to decipher what you said, Neanderthal."
Two-Bit's own fists had automatically began to form a fist not unlike Dally. Out of his peripheral vision he could see Sylvia and could tell that she was super pissed. Probably more at him than Dallas. Of course, dumbass, he scolded himself, It ain't like she's gonna want to go hand-in-hand with you and skip off into the sunset. As much as the notion tempted him, he would have to deal with Dallas first before getting to her.
It was no fewer than five seconds after his second remark when he felt himself being shoved down to pavement. He felt a slight wave of nausea as his head hit the hard ground but he took no time to recover. One blow to the head never stopped him from finishing off a fight. Two-Bit was a good fighter and he knew that.
But Dallas was too, and there was no doubt about that. For a brief moment Two-Bit wondered what Sylvia was thinking of all this. Then the second blow was a hit to the jaw and Two-Bit censured his slacking off. He had to keep his mind off Sylvia if he wanted to win this fight. He put his whole focus and struggle against Dallas' weight. Sure Dal was about two inches taller and quicker but Two-Bit had more muscle mass on him. He'd have to use that to his advantage.
The sore on his jaw was ignored and he dodged the second punch. Two-Bit decided to leave his defensive position and go into offense. He pulled back his arm and delivered a hard one to the gut and hoping that Dal would be momentarily winded so he could throw another one right into his face.
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Post by yolanda7h on Nov 14, 2010 22:44:04 GMT -5
Dal felt the force of Mathew's fist hit his gut, letting out a grunt and before he knew it, a punch was delivered to his face. But Dal recovered quickly, ignoring the sting and his focus never wavering. Dal had been in a lot of fights, he knew nothing else should be on his mind but making sure the guy he was fighting with remember never mess with him. And sometimes doing so meant life and death, especially running with some of the gangs he ran with in New York.
And when Dally was set on something, nothing was going to stop him. Especially when it came to a fight. People were scared of him for that very reason. His eyes flared manically at Two-Bit and, for everyone in Windrixville, that was a sign not to mess around. Two-Bit was going to regret ever trying to cross Dallas Winston.
The force of the two punches gave Two-Bit the upperhand for that moment, forcing Dal off of him, Dal's back on the ground. But before Two-Bit could pin him to the ground in return, Dal rolled back over and grabbed Two-Bit, putting all his weight on him and holding him in an attempt to keep him from moving too much. He knew he couldn't hold him too long, wrestling with him already on the ground as if they were in a ring. But he took the opportunity to slug him a few times in the stomach before Two-Bit could force Dal off of him again.
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Post by merrill on Nov 16, 2010 0:55:24 GMT -5
Two-Bit knew he had the upper hand on this fight and he was not willing to let that position slip from his grasps. He had to act now before Dallas got the better of him. Not even the manic smile that one would normally fear should our a hesitation in his moves. It was fight now and think later. Funny, fighting worked a lot like his mouth did.
In a brief moment, Dallas had found time to roll away and was able to hold Two-Bit in a hold to prevent him from pinning him down. Knowing that was no longer an option, he braced himself against the blows his guts received and grabbed hold of the collar of Dallas' shirt and pull him to his feet. He kneed him in the gut and threw another at his opponent's face.
Jesus, this is so stupid. Through the frenzy and violence, Two-Bit couldn't even remember why they were fighting. He was too focused on punching and kicking that he couldn't even recall the events leading up to this. Any other thoughts were to come later and all there was left that he could remember was the feeling of her lips on his.
[ooc: No novella. Merrill sucks.]
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Post by sylvia on Nov 16, 2010 23:15:59 GMT -5
(OOC: My post is really long. Which is ironic, considering the fact that I didn’t think I’d have anything to say. –mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “Yols was right and knows more than I do”-)
Sylvia watched the two guys exchange insults—a sight she’d personally seen over and over. It’d annoyed her before, but that was nothing compared to how she felt now. Both of them had one helluva mouth, which was something she could usually appreciate. After all, she had quite the mouth herself. But at that moment, she wished she didn’t. If she actually knew how to keep quiet she would’ve saved them all a lot of trouble.
Dally advanced on Two-Bit and Sylvia stepped back, waiting for the potential train wreck. She didn’t have any doubts what was about to happen, and no one in their right mind would bother trying to stop it. She wasn’t sure if she’d even want to.
Two-Bit’s gaze briefly met hers and she glared back defiantly until he looked back at Dallas and snarled, "Maybe I did. Maybe I provided her with what you didn't." Her eyes widened and she balled her hands into fists, tempted to bring out the claws. If nothing else, she’d make him shut his fucking mouth before he made shit worse for all three of them.
She watched Dallas lunge at Two-Bit, wincing when Mathews’s head met the pavement. But then again, maybe that wouldn’t make much of a difference since he didn’t seem to be using his brain a whole lot anyway. Hell, maybe it’d do him some good.
Each guy took a few punches, got a few decent ones in, and Sylvia stopped tracking who was beating the shit out of who. The end result would still be that they ended up with bruises, sore as hell, and maybe they’d just wind up back in jail.
She straightened up at that thought, taking a tiny step forward. Knowing her luck, she just might end up stuck spending a day with Sodapop fucking Curtis because the only two guys she actually liked in their little gang had their asses locked up.
Still, Mathews had some kind of point. Dally had left her for weeks without telling her why, and a lot of girls would’ve dumped his ass for that. Maybe she should. The asshole’d deserve it for ditching her and then being ticked that somebody else might like her. But something told her that she’d never leave. She’d always find some reason to keep him around—some way to explain why she wouldn’t let him go.
Mathews pulled Dally to his feet and Sylvia instantly moved to grasp Two-Bit’s arm just as he finished hitting her boyfriend in the face. She pulled. Trying to move backwards to use all her weight to drag Two-Bit away, she snapped at him, “If you don’t watch out you’ll end up actually gettin’ fucked up. Though a few good punches in your mouth might not be so bad.”
She turned on Dallas, still pulling on Two-Bit. “And you just got back. If you end up disappearin’ on me again ‘cause you just had to get in a cockfight, I’m gonna be really pissed.”
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Post by yolanda7h on Nov 19, 2010 2:33:53 GMT -5
[OOC - Merrill does not suck!  ] Before Dal knew it, he was pulled up to his feet, jabbed in the gut and then in the face. Dal took in the attacks and the punches Two - Bit delivered really started to hurt, but Dal ignored it. The pain only fueled Dal's anger. He wasn't going to stop until Mathew's was unconscious. That was the only thing on his mind right now. Dal was about the knock the crap out of him with his fist but Sylvia pulled him away. As Sylvia talked, Dal still advanced towards Two-Bit, barely hearing a word she said. “And you just got back. If you end up disappearin’ on me again ‘cause you just had to get in a cockfight, I’m gonna be really pissed.”"Stay the fuck out of this," Dal told her harshly before attempting to get past her to Mathews. He was taller, stronger, and had a big reach so he was able to push through to give him a mighty punch in the jaw, one that even stung his hand a little. "Don't ever fuck with me Mathews." He growled, already advancing again despite having to get around Sylvia without railroading her. |
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Post by merrill on Nov 19, 2010 20:40:06 GMT -5
“If you don’t watch out you’ll end up actually gettin’ fucked up. Though a few good punches in your mouth might not be so bad.”
As if on cue, Dal threw one last punch right at his mouth. It had hit him square in the jaw and it was stinging badly. Two-Bit would have said something back at Sylvia but his mouth was already swelling and it became quite painful to move. He hoped to hell that it wasn't broken.
He felt a tug at his arm and frowned as Sylvia began pulling him away. Her touch against his bare arm sent a rush of adrenaline into his veins and traveled across his body. The way she was glaring at him caused a shiver down his spine and his lungs tightened. Her face showed pure fury, but to him, all he could see was the beauty. He could not deny it and her sudden interjection in the fight had set him off-balanced, leaving him to Dallas's incoming assault.
A bruise was already forming on his jaw, and he could no longer bear the pain. Clenching his teeth didn't help; in fact, it only made it worse. The only thing that could soothe him at the moment was the tight grip Sylvia had on him. It was his only anchor from giving in to the pain in his head and just about everywhere other part that's been introduced to Dally's fist.
"Don't ever fuck with me, Mathews," growled Dallas, preparing to start a fresh attack. Two-Bit despised it when he took on that tone. He acted like he was big shit, what with his record down at the police station, and thought himself superior to everyone else because he could throw a punch that could hurt.
Dally was careful to avoid Sylvia as he approached him once again. That last jab Dally had thrown at Sylvia had stung more than the one intended for Two-Bit. It was disconcerting how she could care for an asshole like Dallas Winston and defend him like that. Hadn't he left her alone for weeks on end? Didn't Two-Bit provide enough company to quench her need for someone to talk to?
Then again, there was the attraction that all women seem to have for 'bad boys'. Greasers had a reputation for being 'bad boys', but Two-Bit didn't exactly had the whole 'bad boy' look. Whatever look that was supposed to be. The only reputation he had was being a goof-off and unable to keep a serious thought. He didn't go around beating people for no reason at all and leaving people hanging.
From experience, Two-Bit has witnessed many cases of the whole 'fall for the bad boy' and it never seemed to end to end well. Whether it finished with someone getting their ass hauled to jail or the girl getting pregnant; it never lasted as a happily ever after.
Ignoring his haunting thoughts, he stepped away from Dallas. Bracing against the pain that came along with opening his mouth, he struggled to think of what to say. He could not bring himself to taunt the other man even more and nor could he bring himself to explain his actions and emotions.
"You know what?" he said, his voice sounding much too soft. "Fuck this. I don't-" What did he not want to do? Dealing with this shit, that was for sure. He was no longer in the mood for more fighting and the sharp pain in the back of his head confirmed that. He didn't want to talk to the both of them either. He was too confused and needed to sort his thoughts out. Instead of finishing his sentence, he twisted around and walked away from the person he cared more than he should.
As he walked away, he walked as a whole, but figuratively speaking he had left his heart and coherence behind. If there was anything in his chest at that moment, it was made of paper and slowing ripping apart. He felt a wave of emotion hit him and he nearly found himself leaning on a lamppost for support.
The predominant feelings were embarrassment and anger; anger from the unfairness of the whole situation and embarrassment from the fact that he had opened up and made a complete fool of himself. Normally, he wasn't a very open person and for that very reason was why he didn't often speak his deepest thoughts. He wished that he was the complete goof-off that never held a serious thought he was reputed for. Life would be so much easier that way. There would be no difficulties and problems such as ‘liking your friend’s girlfriend and getting their ass kicked over it’.
The hooker from before did not seem to be having a very successful night and she apparently had witnessed the whole fight. She advanced Two-Bit and placed a hand on his arm, pulling him away from the nutshell of a mind. “You seem to be havin’ a rough night,” she drawled, her voice smooth and seductive. “Care to make it better?”
He feverishly shook his head and pushed past her. He was not in the mood for any type of sexual relation and that was a first. His stomach was too sick and he could not bring himself to bear the incoming thoughts invading his mind. He wondered what would have happened if he had been the one at that party where Sylvia and Dal had met. Even their first meeting had caused some type of chemistry even if it was only bantering, but that should count for something.
But Dallas got to her first, said the annoying voice in the back of his mind, stating the obvious. Apparently getting your head smashed onto the sidewalk didn’t shut it up. Two-Bit cursed his subconscious and felt his stomach get sick again. He suddenly wished that he hadn’t drunk that night because now it was taking its toll and a possible concussion was not exactly an aid in anyway.
The moon could barely be seen through the cloud of smog, but it supposedly shone on its lonesome.
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Post by sylvia on Nov 26, 2010 23:35:20 GMT -5
“Stay the fuck out of this.”
With nostril’s flaring, Sylvia glared at Dallas, taking a step back. She watched as the two dumbasses fought it out, finding it easier to feel some kind of sympathy for Two-Bit this time around. After all, what he’d done was really shitty, but that didn’t excuse Dally from being the asshole he always was. She felt really stupid for having forgotten the kind of boyfriend he was just because he’d come back to her after all.
It wasn’t even the first time it’d happened. Every time she wasn’t careful, wasn’t on her toes, she fell in over her head. It wasn’t hard to lose herself in the bullshit intoxication that came with his presence. Unfortunately, that feeling didn’t last as long as it should’ve. Maybe if Dallas stopped being a perpetual dick... But that’d be a big step for him, with lots of effort involved.
On second thought, she could just buy him a muzzle. It’d be an early Christmas present, though more for her own benefit than his. Still, he’d probably get laid more often if he knew how to keep his mouth shut. Merry fucking Christmas to them both.
Gritting her teeth, Sylvia watched Two-Bit go. She couldn’t tell just how pissed he was, but if she was in his position, she’d already be plotting her revenge. She didn’t especially care what he did, so long as he didn’t start ignoring her completely. She’d still pick Mathews above either any of Dally’s little gang friends. Especially compared to Sodapop or the silent Horsekid.
She turned to Dal the Douche as soon as Two-Bit walked out of sight. Crossing her arms across her chest, she took another step away from him. “Well, look at you. You sure know how to make an entrance.” She kept the sarcasm to a minimum, though her light tone deeply contrasted with her sour expression. She shot him a look through narrowed eyes, hoping he’d get the message that she wasn’t too upset that Mathews managed to get a few decent punches in.
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Post by yolanda7h on Nov 28, 2010 11:42:27 GMT -5
Dally glared at Two-Bit when he backed away, ignoring the soars on his body and the fresh sting on his hand from that last punch.
You know what? Fuck this. I don't-"
"Get the fuck outta here." Dally said for him. He started to move towards him threateningly, but stopped when Two-Bit walked away on his own. Yeah. He would walk away - that son of a bitch. Dally only wished he could hurt him more for trying to get with Sylvia. And if he tried anything like that again, he'll really be asking for it. Trying to dissolve himself from the adrenaline of the fight and the rage, he paced around a bit, taking a hold of the wrist of the hand that hit the last punch. He examined the redness as he paced.
“Well, look at you. You sure know how to make an entrance.”
Dal paused his pacing and turned his head to spit on the ground before addressing Sylvia, still looking royally pissed off. "Don't start with me. He should have never touched you. His ass deserved it. Shit." He started pacing a bit again, grabbing his cigarettes from out of his pocket. He needed a smoke bad. Once he put one in his mouth and prepared to light it - not giving a second thought to the smoking laws of course - he looked up at Sylvia who no doubt still had a sour expression.
"What? You got a problem, huh?"
He lit the cigarette, placing the lighter back in his pocket and taking an inhale before removing it from his mouth. He waited for Sylvia, with a stern expression,to respond because if she vouched for Mathews, what else was he supposed to think other than the idea of her wanting Mathews to kiss her? And if that was the case - Dal couldnt waste his time dealing with that kind of shit.
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Post by sylvia on Nov 28, 2010 23:15:24 GMT -5
Sylvia's hope for a good day had really gone to shit. She knew that she’d been unconsciously looking forward to Dally’s return since she first realized he was gone. Now, here he was standing right there, and even that couldn’t bring her mood up. Well, entirely, anyway. Of course, he was one of the main reasons she was pissed in the first place.
Sylvia opened her mouth to tell him that she did have a fucking problem and it was mostly his fault, but she snapped her mouth shut. What would she say anyway? ‘Yeah, up till you came over here, I thought you’d hit the road and made it all the way to Canada by now’? Or maybe that Mathews was being a much better friend than Dallas was a boyfriend? That’d be a dangerous path to head down.
She just wanted to go back to the few minutes ago when he’d been holding her. Before he’d started in on his usual asshole routine.
Approaching him slowly, she groaned, looking him up and down. He’d definitely have a few bruises decorating his face by tomorrow. And his knuckles looked like shit.
She almost took his hurt knuckle into her hand to inspect it, but instead she moved to take his cigarette out of his mouth. With the best grin she could manage, she took a puff before giving it back to him. “I get why you’d be a dick to Two-Bit, but you didn’t hafta act like a shit to me. ‘Specially when he was standin’ right there.”
She said this casually, though it had more truth to it than Dally’d probably realize. He wasn’t likely to go investigating the hidden meaning behind the shit she said. As far as Sylvia was concerned, that was a blessing. She tended to say stuff she shouldn’t, but a lot of times it went unnoticed.
“And don’t start with me. Not when you just got here. At least wait till you've been back an hour. Or till we’re alone and we can make up the…” She paused, looking up at him coolly. “…Right way.”
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Post by yolanda7h on Nov 29, 2010 2:28:22 GMT -5
Dal let her take the ciggarete without hassle or incident, waiting for her to give it back.
“I get why you’d be a dick to Two-Bit, but you didn’t hafta act like a shit to me. ‘Specially when he was standin’ right there.”
"Then don't be stupid and try to get in the middle of it. If I fuckin punched you in the face accidentally cause of that shit, I don't wanna hear you whinin to me about it." He took the cigarette from her and took another inhale, then blew out a line of smoke. "You had no business gettin in the middle of it." He added plainly, with not much outward regard for Sylvia's feelings about the situation. Dal knew what he knew, and he knew that she was an idiot for getting in between them.
“And don’t start with me. Not when you just got here. At least wait till you've been back an hour. Or till we’re alone and we can make up the…Right way.”
"Mm," he said, removing the cigarette from his mouth. "We'll still make up the right way. Ain't nothin changed that." He gave a slight smirk. "Let's go for a drink. Buck's still got a bunch of alcohol left from his party last night. He ain't doin nothin with it."
He put a hand on Sylvia's back and started pushing her in that direction, before removing his hand. "So what did Two-Bit say to you before I caught his ass?" He asked, voice cold and detached, still angered about what transpired.
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Post by sylvia on Dec 5, 2010 17:33:29 GMT -5
With her jaw set, Sylvia glared out in front of her, listening to him talk about how stupid she’d been. She wanted to tell him that the stupid thing was leaving her. And fighting one of his friends wasn’t exactly a shining moment either.
Still, if he had punched her, he should’ve known by now that she wouldn’t whine, so he could button it. She’d hold it against him for a while and glare frequently enough—maybe “accidently” kick him in the back of his leg if she was pissed enough. But she wouldn’t whine.
She enviously watched him smoke as he said, “Mm. We’ll still make up the right way. Ain’t nothing changed that.”
Annoyed, she cut in, “Don’t count on it.” Still, she warmed up slightly at his smirk. No one could be smug quite like Dallas. His masculinity complex drove her insane, but she couldn’t imagine him without it. His ego was one reason she’d been drawn to him in the first place.
Feeling his hand on her back, Sylvia instinctively leaned back into it. She scowled when it disappeared.
“So what did Two-Bit say to you before I caught his ass?” Dally asked. Somehow he managed to sound like ice, but she didn’t miss the anger backing his words. She glanced up at him, looking for the fire in his eyes. If anyone could manage fire and ice at the same time, it’d be him.
She sucked in a breath, tapping her fingers against her legs as she walked. “Nothin’,” she answered, looking ahead of her, noticing the cat from earlier as he began cautiously moving back out of his hiding place. Watching Dallas out of the corner of her eye, she added, “We were just messin’ around and havin’ a good time and shit. I think it was just ‘cause he was soused.”
As she thought back on it, Sylvia guessed that really wasn’t the truth. The alcohol may have been a catalyst, but she knew the kiss wasn’t as out-of-the-blue as she originally thought. Maybe the next time she caught Mathews sober she’d have to ask what the hell was going on in his head.
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Post by yolanda7h on Dec 8, 2010 0:56:35 GMT -5
Dally ignored her 'don't count on it' comment as he puffed away at his cigarette. She always said that when she was pissed at him for some reason or another. She'll get over it.
“We were just messin’ around and havin’ a good time and shit. I think it was just ‘cause he was soused.”
"Soused. You gotta be kiddin me." Dally said, clearly not impressed by that excused. "Of all the fuckin chicks around here," He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need need to, he was clearly still fuming out of his mind. The smoke was working too slow for his liking to calm him down.
"You listen up." He said looking at Sylvia. "If he touches you again, you let me know." He took another drag of the cigarette. "I'll bash his fuckin face in." That was the last he was going to say about it. Yes, this was his 'friend' he was talking about and there was an element of betrayal there. Yes, he didn't like the fact that the guy could be having feelings for Sylvia. But in the end, he didn't care about that - in fact, all of this didn't bother him as much as it should. He didn't expect anyone to be trustworthy - especially when it came to some broad. And he couldn't really give two shits whether Two-Bit had a crush on Sylvia. But he'll be damned if anyone tries to touch his girl and not have a meeting with his fist. It was simple as that.
After finishing off the cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt out to the side. "So it looks like these guys ain't about nothin," he said nonchalantly, changing the subject. "The detective and his crap sidekick? Haven't heard shit from them. I'm gonna be stayin' over Buck's for only a few nights though just for a place to crash before I go back into the city for a bit. Just in case they try to pull a fast one or somethin."
He put an arm around Sylvia's waist and pulled her towards him. "You ever gonna come to one of Buck's parties by the way? Maybe they can stop fuckin askin me about you."
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Post by sylvia on Dec 12, 2010 21:32:29 GMT -5
“Soused. You gotta be kiddin me. Of all the fuckin chicks around here.”
If she was in a better mood, Sylvia might have said something about the fact that the other chicks that hung around didn’t have her ass and special brand of charm. Still, since Dally was choosing to be such a sourpuss, she settled with giving him a dark look out of the corner of her eye as he continued talking.
Dally told her to tell him if Mathews came around again and she rolled her eyes. Two-Bit would probably only need to get his ass beat once before he learned his lesson. Though Sylvia almost wished she could’ve just waited until later and dealt with him by herself.
Sylvia relaxed slightly as he changed the subject, rambling on about that asshole detective who was making her life such a pain in the ass. She didn’t like hearing about him if he wasn’t making a big difference right that moment. After all, if Dal was back (and it was about fucking time, too), he must not be too worried about them.
She half-heartedly listened as he talked, hardly paying attention while she silently finished fuming.
When he wrapped an arm around her waist and moved him towards her, she snapped back to attention just as he said, “You ever gonna come to one of Buck’s parties, by the way? Maybe they can stop fuckin askin me about you.”
Even with her crappy mood, she was unable to resist exaggeratedly batting her eyelashes, and then saying, “When they ask, d’you tell them about how my eyes sparkl—?” She froze as his words from before finally sunk in. How the hell she hadn’t caught them as soon as they’d left his mouth was beyond her. Apparently she should’ve been paying more attention.
He was leaving again. The son of a bitch was going back to the city.
Tightening her jaw, she looked up at him, seething all over again. “Are you shittin’ me?”
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Post by yolanda7h on Dec 13, 2010 23:43:39 GMT -5
Dally grinned, amused at where her 'eyes sparkle' comment was heading. Yeah, right. He wasn't exactly the type to gush about his girl with the guys. But Dal wasn't going to lie and pretend he didn't like showing her off. She was a looker. And everyone knew it. That was even more reason why Dal wasn't too surprised about Two-Bit trying to get a taste of her.
But then she stopped her sentence for some reason. He glanced at her and caught that look. Yeah. She was pissed off again, and Dal wasn't completely oblivious as to why. He just didn't see an issue with it. What the heck did she expect? For him to stick around just to get busted? He wasn't an idiot.
"“Are you shittin’ me?”
"Am I shittin' you?" He paused, glancing at her again. Then, he grinned and laughed a bit dismissively. "What do ya mean am I shittin' you? What? You want me to go to jail or somethin? I'm coverin' all my bases here. What do ya want?" He was completely dismissive in his tone, and he was slightly annoyed. He didn't want Sylvia to start getting clingy with him now. She knew what the deal was. He told her what the deal was. What the hell did she want from him?
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