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Post by yolanda7h on Sept 14, 2010 20:51:57 GMT -5
(OOC - CASUAL thread. This is for me and sylvia mainly but other greasers can bud in too whenever lol )
Dally came out of the Curtis house and sat on the porch steps. It was mid afternoon, and Dal was bored. Last night had been crazy and the next day seemed like the calm after a storm. Of course the party was great and rowdy, just like he liked it. It was simply a classic wild night with the greasers. There was this one girl though...yeah, he had a lot of fun with her. Too bad he couldn't remember much of it. She was something sexy though, he could remember that.
Dal grinned to himself. He was probably such an ass to her.
Man, did he have a good time last night.
But today was another day, or maybe a day to recover. He didn't know if the other greasers were hung over or what. It always amused him how these people would party hard all night and then get shocked when they felt like shit in the morning. Dal was used to it. Not to say he was immune to getting hung over but it wasn't a big deal to him. He knew how to just suck it up and not complain and groan about it.
He looked down the street, his eyes squinting as he took in an inhale of smoke. He might go see what the Shepard gang was up to today if he couldn't find Johnny around.
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Post by sylvia on Sept 14, 2010 21:59:27 GMT -5
OOC: I'm so excited! Ahem. Anyway.  BIC: With a bit of a headache, Sylvia strode down the street in the general direction of the Curtis house. She didn’t live too terribly far away, but unfortunately for her, Sylvia’d been a little soused before she even got to the party. Why she’d decided to go wandering around, looking for some guy who told her he’d be at the Curtis house was beyond her. Dallas Winston or not, she had her doubts that he’d even been sober enough to know what he was talking about. She didn’t make a habit of walking around shitty neighborhoods in her free time, so Sylvia had only passed the Curtis house a few times. Hell, she didn’t even walk around her own neighborhood much, just because there wasn’t anything worth walking around for. If she wanted to listen to couples (in the loosest sense of the term) fight inside, she could just stay home. Ahead of her, Sylvia spotted a guy sitting on the porch steps smoking a cigarette. Normally, she wouldn’t think anything of it, but as soon as she recognized the guy, her eyes lit up. With a smirk in place, Sylvia made her way towards the porch steps. The gate creaked as she pushed it open, pausing just inside the yard. “Well, look. Dallas Winston.” Sylvia leaned back against the fence, raising a mischievous eyebrow. “Remember me?” |
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Post by yolanda7h on Sept 15, 2010 13:10:02 GMT -5
Blowing out a good line of smoke, Dally saw some girl walking. Yeah, that was her. That Sylvia chick. What the hell was she doing here? Apparently there were a lot of things he didn't remember last night. That's okay, at least the girl had a nice body, and plus, he was bored. Maybe Dal was having some good luck this week. Nothing beats a hot girl you barely remember wandering up to you and knowing your name. A situation like that, for Dal, sounded like something to play with. Its not like its never happened to him before anyway. Wild parties like that make for some interesting days after.
Dally looked up at the girl with a gaze of indifference and a little bit of "what the hell?" thrown in. "Well, look." Dally responded in mockery, his voice low and dismissive. "It's...that girl from the party. Can I call you that? Or do you like That Chick from The Party better?" He took another inhale of smoke and gazed at her. Damn. She was something else.
"Hm. So you know my name and where to find me. Maybe I should just call you Stalker Girl. Sounds better." Dally looked at her for a reaction. He wondered how much time could be killed by getting on this girl's nerves. Today, unfortunately for her, Dal had all the time in the world to kill.
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Post by sylvia on Sept 16, 2010 17:26:05 GMT -5
Sylvia willed herself to keep the smile on her face, though her eyes narrowed slightly. “And maybe I should call you…” Shithead she mentally finished, refraining from saying it out loud. Tempting as the idea was. Still, she hardly knew him, though it hadn’t felt that way at the party. Course, the dumbass didn’t seem to remember any of that, so she figured she’d best play it safe. Well, safe enough to mess everything up after just a few words, at least.
Tightly clenching her jaw, she pushed away from the fence and headed over to the porch. She stood in front of Dally with her arms crossed. “You’re a real charmer,” she said, letting each word drip with sarcasm.
With that, she propped herself against the porch rail, not far from Dallas. Staring out in front of her, she calmly said, “You know, it doesn’t say too much about you if you’re less of a dick drunk than you are sober.”
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Post by yolanda7h on Sept 16, 2010 23:36:26 GMT -5
“And maybe I should call you…”
Dal looked up, trying to pretend that he had some mild interest in whatever insult she was about to throw at him. But no insult came. Well that was just...sad. He gave a small smirk at her, and somewhat to himself as she pushed herself off the fence and made herself comfortable against the railing of the porch. He was actually quite surprised, she didn't run off in a huff like some other girls did when he messed with them. That certainly made things interesting.
“You’re a real charmer,”
"And you're a real stalker." Dal said dryly. "I'm trying to decide if I should...you know, be turned on or...I don't know, paranoid." He shrugged, and continued puffing away at the cig.
“You know, it doesn’t say too much about you if you’re less of a dick drunk than you are sober.”
Dal finished the cig and flicked the cigarette butt on the ground. He then looked up at her, sighed, and said, "Doesn't matter, I'm always a dick. Better get used to it." He gave a mischievous smirk. "You must be scared of me, standing up like that. Can't be scared of bad boys if you willing to stalk them. You scared or somethin? Huh?"
He looked up at her with an eyebrow slightly raised, as if he didn't care either way if she sat next to him or not. But of course he did, she was hot. He might just make use of Darry's couch later on if push comes to shove...
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Post by sylvia on Sept 17, 2010 23:50:19 GMT -5
"Doesn’t matter, I’m always a dick."
Sylvia scoffed. He sure didn’t have to tell her; after the few words he’d said to her today, she didn’t have any doubts. Even without that, he had one helluva reputation. For once, she believed what she’d heard. Normally she didn’t listen to a word of gossip because rumors were always 90% bullshit, but for some stupid reason, they get passed around anyway—Sylvia’d learned that the hard way.
Strangely enough, this seemed to be one of the rare times where a person’s reputation didn't cause any harm. Dally might be a real asshole, but maybe that wasn’t such an awful thing. It meant Dallas probably needed someone who wasn’t plain stupid and ready to cry at the drop of a hat; Sylvia wanted a challenge.
As far as she was concerned, it was a good enough trade off.
When Dallas asked if she was scared, Sylvia couldn’t help but sneer. She had a lot bigger things to worry about than some jerk known for causing a little trouble. After all, back home, she’d caused a little trouble herself.
“Scared? Should I be?” For her own sake, she tried not to jeer. With that, Sylvia leaned over so she wasn’t too far from Dally’s ear and breathed, “Never.” Trying not to laugh, she straightened up, putting both of her arms up on the porch rail.
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Post by yolanda7h on Sept 18, 2010 0:24:24 GMT -5
“Scared? Should I be?”
His grin remained mischievous. He kept a stern gaze on her large brown eyes. Damn, she was pretty. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. There were so many dirty things he wanted to do to her, he didn't want to keep it to himself. And some of them he didn't intend to. Besides, it was always fun to talk dirty to girls, especially girls he just met. "Hmm. I don't think you wan't me to answer that," he told her, his tone almost cold.
He watched her bend over and when she whispered in his ear, he was really ready to...lets say...be extremely inappropriate. That's exactly what he intended to do.
"Never, huh?" He repeated with a smirk. He stood up and and approached her against the railing, almost trying to corner her with a bit of intimidation. "Sure about that?" Dally noticeably scanned her body with his narrow eyes -- from her fitted jeans that hugged her hips just right, to her shirt that showed off that thin frame. Dal stepped close to her and started messing with her long dark hair that rested on her shoulders. It was soft to the touch. "You looking the way you do, you might draw some attention to yourself. Maybe you should be scared. You never know what I might do." He looked into her eyes with a smirk just to see her reaction.
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Post by sylvia on Sept 18, 2010 14:42:48 GMT -5
Sylvia stared back at Dally, trying for all the world to keep the fire from her eyes. She’d had a lot of practice in the past, but never in a situation like this. She wouldn’t ever tell him, but there was something intriguing about this Dallas guy—a lot more so than the most the other guys she’d met around here. Like he said, she never knew what he might do.
Somehow, she guessed it wouldn’t matter if she’d known him for years or a day because he just wasn’t the predictable type. With hardly a hint of a smile, Sylvia said, “Well that’s what makes it fun.”
Giving him another look, Sylvia moved past Dally, being sure to barely brush his shoulder and arm. She stole the spot he’d just been sitting in and looked up. “You sure changed your mind fast. ‘Stalker’ or not, I sure don’t see you complainin’.” She batted her eyelashes mockingly.
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Post by yolanda7h on Sept 18, 2010 16:30:50 GMT -5
“Well that’s what makes it fun.”
She walked away from him, taking his seat on the steps. Well...that's interesting. She didn't seem the least bit intimidated or irritated. And for Dal, those were the two things he always expected from a girl he messed with. They're either irritated or intimidated. Why Sylvia wasn't either one?...Dal had no clue.
“You sure changed your mind fast. ‘Stalker’ or not, I sure don’t see you complainin’.”
Dal watched as she mockingly batted her eyelashes. He rolled his eyes. "Well you found out that I was a dick no matter what. And you're still here." He looked at her for a moment, as if trying to figure her out. "Now why is that? Either you really don't give a shit or..." He sat next to her, leaned in and said, "You're curious." He grinned devilishly. He brushed some of her hair behind her ear in order to whisper in it, his voice deep and mischievous, "Is that what you want? Saw a bunch of greasers at the party and wanted to know what it was like to fuck a tough guy?"
He's done this one before. Bluntly flirt with a girl who clearly didn't want to be messed with or flirted with. That really got on people's nerves, and he couldn't count how many times most girls cussed him out for it. But he couldn't help himself, it was just too entertaining. Besides, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to, he didn't care if the girl thought it was irritating or not. He sees a hot girl, he messes around, simple as that.
This should be fun.
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Post by sylvia on Sept 18, 2010 17:14:33 GMT -5
Sylvia had a rule that a giggle wouldn’t ever pass her lips, simply because giggly girls pissed her off to no end and she’d vowed to never be one of them. Strangely enough, this was one of the few times she’d ever struggled with her own law. It didn’t help that she refused to move away from him as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. Normally, she’d shove the guy off, or at least scoot away. But this time, she couldn’t; it’d make him think she was scared or…feeling anything at all.
To make sure she didn’t slip, Sylvia set her jaw and stared out at the yard until she was positive that he was done. When he was, she coolly looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “You think you’re some kind of heart throb or something, don’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question because she didn’t even have to ask.
Sylvia was more than aware that she’d blatantly ignored his question, and it sure wasn’t an accident. She just didn’t have any answer for him. It wasn’t like she owed him anything anyway.
When she thought over what he’d said—especially the bit about wanting to know about fucking a tough guy—she raised an eyebrow. “You ever think that maybe I already know? Maybe I don’t even need you if I’ve already had someone else. Maybe they’re even tougher than you are,” she said, a small taunt in her voice. Truth be told, none of the guys she’d been with in the past were anything worth bragging about, but she didn’t see any reason to tell Dally that.
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Post by yolanda7h on Sept 18, 2010 17:47:42 GMT -5
“You think you’re some kind of heart throb or something, don’t you?”
Deflective response. Yeah, she wanted to know what it was like. He could tell. Otherwise, she would've got up and left by now. Just like those other girls. Looks like got a real catch this time. Damn. What exactly did he do last night to get this broad?
"I'll take that as a yes to my question," Dal said, going back to his pretty dry and cold tone.
“You ever think that maybe I already know? Maybe I don’t even need you if I’ve already had someone else. Maybe they’re even tougher than you are,”
"Hm." Dal said, pretending as if he were pondering over that notion. "Or maybe you're full of shit." He leaned towards her again. "Because if you weren't, you'd have better things to do than bother me. So, how about this? How about you answer my question, huh? You wanna know what its like, don't you?" The girl had a lot of fire to her, that's for sure, and Dal was fixated by that and how good looking she was. If only he could just get her to shut up and admit that she wanted a taste, they could just cut to the chase.
"Come on. You knew where to find me, you walked all the way here. Let's just skip to the ending," Dal boldly put a hand on her thigh and stroked upwards, and said in her ear, "I bet you're freak. Admit it."
Dal predicted that she was going to get up, say he was a douchebag and walk away in a huff. It would only take a few moments...
...that is, unless she really did want a taste. Then, as she said, Dal wouldn't be complaining.
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Post by sylvia on Sept 18, 2010 22:03:16 GMT -5
(OOC: I warn you, crude-ness calls. It was bound to happen sometime.  ) You wanna know what its like, don't you?Sylvia rolled her eyes. “You know, you seem pretty damn determined. Maybe you’re the one who wants to know what it’s like. Still got a V-Card and sick of using your hand, Dally?” She cracked a sarcastic smile as if she pitied him. When he put his hand on her thigh, Sylvia shifted, thinking. She sure as hell hadn’t come here to let some guy feel her up, but all things considered, he actually hadn’t crossed too many lines…yet. At least this wasn’t something new for her. Still, she barely knew this guy. She doubted he even knew her name; even worse, he wouldn’t give a flying fuck. “Look, if you told me where to come find you because you wanted an easy fuck, you coulda saved yourself the effort,” she said shortly. She looked down at his hand and, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she let it be. Some part of her knew that this was completely contradicting what she’d just said, but Sylvia knew her limits. For some guys, she would’ve gotten up and left already. But for him…she didn’t. Even more unexplainable was why she was still there at all. There was just something about him, and she didn't bother to figure out what. Sure, he was a pig, blunt, and just a general asshole. But he was Dallas Winston; how could she expect anything different? |
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Post by yolanda7h on Sept 19, 2010 0:05:57 GMT -5
“You know, you seem pretty damn determined. Maybe you’re the one who wants to know what it’s like. Still got a V-Card and sick of using your hand, Dally?”
"Mmmm, am I supposed to feel offended?" He said mockingly. If only she knew how completely wrong she was. Actually, Dally had a feeling she did. Dal did anything and everything, that's including any girl he wanted. But for some reason, he wasn't pissed off by Sylvia's attempt at an insult. He honestly didn't give a fuck. He still thought she was hot...and not only that...interesting.
"Look, if you told me where to come find you because you wanted an easy fuck, you coulda saved yourself the effort,” she said.
Dal watched her eyes and she looked down at his hand and did nothing. Oh yeah, this one's a keeper. He took the hand that was on her thigh and put it to her chin, pulling her head towards him, forcing her to look at him. "Hey," he said. "You think you're some wiseass don't ya? I was the one sittin on my ass until you walked over here. No body force you to get all pretty and come over here, so it's you who could have saved the effort. So listen." He sighed heavily, with mock exasperation. "I'll take you up on that easy fuck if you really want it."
He let go of her face and looked at her, as if waiting for her to say 'yeah ok, fine. Lets do it.'
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Post by sylvia on Sept 19, 2010 13:47:50 GMT -5
Scowling, Sylvia considered jumping up and heading out the way she came. She still had a real headache, and the constant mood whiplash wasn’t helping. But she couldn’t leave now because the asshole’d think he won something. She couldn’t have that.
Appealing as it was to get a little bitchy, Sylvia decided to go in another direction. She assumed her jibes weren’t really making much of a difference anyway, so she might as well try getting under his skin…another way.
She forced her lips into a small pout, and with as much seduction as she could muster, said, “And uh, if I said yes, where would we do that? If I remember right, this isn’t your house. But if it is…” Sylvia scooted closer to him, letting her hand just graze his leg before returning it to her lap.
She dropped the act instantly, instead moving back into apathetic indifference. “What could’ve been, huh?” Twirling a strand of hair around her finger, she shrugged as if to say, “What can ya do?”.
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Post by yolanda7h on Sept 19, 2010 14:27:43 GMT -5
As she talked Dal's attention was on her lips and then snuck a glance at her chest, just as full and alluring as her lips. Then his eyes traveled to the hand that touched his leg before returning the gaze to her face, tilting his head a bit with an almost indifferent, unreadable expression. His mind definitely wasn't on what she was saying but more about what he wanted to do with her with her clothes off.
“What could’ve been, huh?”
She twirled her hair around her finger and Dal knew this girl was a real tease. He knew BS better than anyone and this girl was definitely full of it. She was just one of those kind of girls who liked the chase, but Dal wasn't patient enough to give her one. She'd come around eventually. Girls like that don't mess around for long if they wanted something.
"Well as long as you want to sit here and think about what could've been..." Dal reached in his pocket and grabbed his pack of cigarettes. He didn't even think or care to offer her one. He popped one in his mouth, and with his voice muffled he said, "You can do that. Let me know how that works out for ya." He took out his lighter and lit the cig in his mouth.
Taking a good inhale of the smoke he looked out towards the street briefly. Then, taking the cigarette out of his mouth to exhale, he glanced over at Sylvia. "And when you're done with that, there's a couch in there. Darry ain't gonna mind," he grinned, knowing he was lying through his teeth and amused by the prospect of Darry walking in and catching them having sex on his couch.
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