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Post by sylvia on Dec 14, 2010 18:02:48 GMT -5
Dally’s laugh grated on her nerves most of all, though his words had a certain fucker-like ring to them as well. He grinned at her, saying some bullshit about covering bases and whatever else. She figured if he didn’t give two shits what she said, he deserved the same treatment. As he spoke, she grabbed his arm and threw it away from her waist, stepping away from him.
When he was finally done, she looked up at him, digging her fingernails into her pants with her arms at her sides. She felt both her eyebrows furl and she straightened up, tossing her hair over shoulder angrily.
For a few seconds she tried to stare him down before bitterly saying, “Funny. You said I should tell you if Mathews comes around again. But you’re not even gonna be here to tell! And you said the asshole police or whoever they are haven’t been around, too.”
Her voice took on a sarcastic edge. “Unless…Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’m sure Two-Bit’ll be back after me during the forty-eight fucking hours you’re actually around before you leave again. You’ll be able to settle any bullshit that might come up. Especially since you’re not one to leave stuff or people hangin’, right?”
In truth, Sylvia didn’t care if Two-Bit came around again. She was still pissed as hell at him, but she didn’t need Dally around to take care of it for her. She didn’t even want him to. At the moment, her anger at Dallas didn’t have anything to do with a third party.
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Post by yolanda7h on Dec 19, 2010 23:44:44 GMT -5
When Sylvia threw his arm out from around her, Dally stopped walking and turned to her, his expression showing he was slightly irritated. He looked right at her with his cold expression, waiting for her to do her stupid ranting like she usually does. She really didn't fuckin get it, did she? He really didn't have to come back to see her ass, but if she was gonna act like this, then fuck it. He really couldn't be playing around while the best detective in NYC was tryin to get good old payback.
Just before she was done talking, Dally interrupted her a bit. "Shit, Sylvia. Just...just stop talking. You're bein fuckin stupid. I told you what the deal was, I don't care if those cops ain't around, I'm not gonna be a walkin target for them catch my ass. I gotta keep moving. And I really don't give a shit if you wanna sit here and bitch about it." He started walking again, but turned around to face Sylvia, carefully walking backwards a few steps as he said. "So are ya?Are you gonna sit there and bitch about it? Cause I ain't got time to do that...but if you wanna waste the couple of days being an idiot, then fuck it. I'll be at Buck's. Getting a drink. You know where to find me." He shrugged a bit dismissively, before digging his hands in the pockets of his jeans and turning back around to walk away.
He was telling the truth. He really didn't have time to deal with this. He had enough shit to worry about - he didn't have the patience to deal with Sylvia's whining. Sure she could threaten him with Two-Bit, but again, he really was done with it now. He almost broke the guy's nose in, so he was over it. He wasn't gonna get all beaten up just because Sylvia could hang Two-Bit over his head. He had to look out for himself - and if Sylvia didn't get that by now, to hell with her.
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Post by sylvia on Jan 23, 2011 19:41:52 GMT -5
(OOC: Yes. I procrastinated like hell on this post. Probably ‘cause I was bummed about this thread coming to an end. XD)
Clenching her jaw, Sylvia listened to Dally rant and, before she knew it, she couldn’t remember why she’d been so fucking worried that he’d left her when he disappeared. The only time he seemed to care about her was when he had a good chance of getting laid and the timing was convenient. Any other time and she got pushed to the side, just like the rest of his friends. Well fuck him. She had enough on her plate without putting up with such a jackass.
“…Cause I ain’t got time to do that…but if you wanna waste the couple of days being an idiot, then fuck it. I’ll be at Buck’s. Getting a drink. You know where to find me.”
With that, Dallas turned around and started heading out. Before he could get too far, she snarled, “An’ you know you can find me upstairs with Tim Shepard.”
She watched him go with narrowed eyes; it was just like him to walk away and expect her to come crawling back. But then again, his expectations probably stemmed from her previous track record. Based on past experiences, Sylvia knew that she’d come find him at a bar or wherever the hell he was, they’d fuck, and everything would carry on as if there’d never been a fight.
That’s how it had always been. It was normal, it was expected, and it was about as dysfunctional as the rest of their relationship. She knew what would happen, knew what would follow, and she knew that there wasn’t an ounce of truth as she yelled at his retreating back.
“When you get your ass jailed, don’t expect me to go visit.” She ran a hand through her hair roughly, staring blankly at the graffiti-decorated wall in front of her. Her voice dropped, losing its edge. “I’ll find a helluva lot better than you.”
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