Ain't No Rest for the Wicked (Syl/greasers/FINISH)

[darry]

"Yeah, I bet she'd be good at keepin Soda and Pony in line, what do ya say, man?"

"Sorry, there ain't no vacancies," Darry said simply. He could only imagine what would happen if Sylvia ever did move in with them; he was pretty sure that the house would end up exploding or burning down or something within a week. Girls like her were usually nothing but trouble and he didn't really see her as being much of an exception. Girls Dallas went out with never were. They were all the same and Darry was surprised Dally could tell them apart, let alone remember their names.

"Ya know, I've known ya for so long and you won't let me and Sylvia here use your couch? I'm kinda offended, Dar."

"Yeah, I've known your for so long. And that's exactly why I won't let you use my couch," Darry said with a slight grin. "If y'all come inside you better keep your hands where I can see 'em." Dally smacked Darry with the shirt- he managed to get a hold on it and tug it out of Dally's hands before tossing it back to him.

"Y'know, running around half naked in the rain ain't really a good idea."

[sylvia]

"Sorry, there ain't no vacancies,” Curtis said, and Sylvia looked at the ground in mock disappointment. She listened to him talk to Dally, casually straightening her shirt and fixing her hair as if she hadn’t been caught making out against the side of a house with a guy she barely knew. When she heard the big guy mention ‘running around half naked’, her attention returned to the conversation at hand.

Sylvia took a step closer to Dallas, clearly smug. “I think it’s one hell of a good idea.” She resisted the urge to look back at his chest before he put the shirt back on and stepped past him with a cheeky grin.

As she passed Curtis, she frowned at him as if she was genuinely offended. “I woulda been a great sister, too. Done your laundry and dishes and all that shit. Even taken up knittin’.”

With a look at Dally over her shoulder, Sylvia started making her way back towards the porch, wiping excess water off of her face. “You comin’, or should I be headin’ home?” she asked, pausing on the first step.

[yolanda7h]

Dally grinned when Darry threw the shirt back at him and Dally caught it. He got a kick out of messing with the Curtis brothers. All three were easy to annoy. It had to run in the family. As Darry and Sylvia started heading towards the house, he followed, listening to the conversation.

"Y'know, running around half naked in the rain ain't really a good idea."

“I think it’s one hell of a good idea.”

Dal returned her smug smirk as he flung his shirt over his shoulder. "Got that right."

"You comin’, or should I be headin’ home?”

"Don't even think about goin' home. Darry just likes to be a dick because he can't get any action himself. But if he ain't gonna let us use his couch, we gotta get creative." Dally had a very mischievous idea. He grabbed Sylvia's hand and rushed her into the house (before Darry tried to stop him), right to Ponyboy's room. The kid was going to freak out, that was for sure. Dal banged on the door as hard as he could, and the sound echoed the house. "HEY!" He shouted, his voice deep and authoritative, with a tinge of fake anger, aiming to scare the crap out of him. "HEY PONYBOY! GET OUTTA THERE! YOU HEAR ME?!"

Putting his hand on the doorknob, Dal discovered the door was unlocked so he flung the door open. "Get outta here, Pony. Me and Sylvia need your bed. Get out, man!" Luckily, Dal was good at keeping a straight face and acting pissed, but in reality he was trying not to crack up laughing.

[eastsidesunset]

"HEY PONYBOY! GET OUTTA THERE! YOU HEAR ME?!" Dally yelled, slamming open my door.

I practically leapt off of the bed, knocking a book I'd been skimming through into the air. When I'd gotten over the shock of Dal and his girl coming in here, of all ruddy places in the house, I managed to stand up and said in disbelief before I could think properly-- "Jesus Chri-- Why?!" I'd left them well alone, and Darry'd been the one who'd been all annoyed with them, not me. Hell, they could eat the couch for all I cared. But not here. This was one of the only places I could relax and be myself and you could bet I wasn't gonna just let them take it. Because this was forever, even if it was just for a minute, which I doubted-----

"No." The word slipped out before I'd realized, but it was firmer than my voice had ever been and I knew even as a part of me thought I was insane that I meant what I said. "No way. Go use Darry's room or something. Leave me alone." I stood my ground, fixing a hard stare at Dallas's ice cold eyes for the first time in my life.

I'd probably get my head beat in for it, but hey. It had to happen sometime. 'Least this was a worthy cause, I thought tiredly.

[yolanda7h]

"No."

Dally's eyes faired as he kept a cold, mean face. But it was so hard cause he knew he scared the crap out of the kid. Pony's book went flyin' and he looked like he just about seen a ghost for a second there. Dal wasn't phased by Ponyboy's firmness because right now he was joking. That didn't mean Dal couldn't keep that act going.

"What you say? Huh?" Dal's deep voice warned. He was getting such a kick out of this.

"No way. Go use Darry's room or something. Leave me alone."

"Did you just say no to me?" Dally started approaching Pony, threatening him with his glare. "You little fuck, did you just say no to me? You know what happens to people who do that? Huh?" There was a tense pause before Dally's face buckled into a stifled laugh. He eased up and ruffled Ponyboy's hair a bit before turning to Sylvia, "Did you see this kid, Sylvia? His life just flashed before his eyes," He laughed a bit as he walked over to Sylvia, his arms going around her waist.

"Hey Pony, if we were gonna use your room, we promise we'd clean up everythin' nice and neat for ya," He joked.

[sylvia]

Sylvia raised an eyebrow at Dally as he wrapped an arm around her waist, then she looked back at Little Curtis.

”Hey Pony, if we were gonna use your room, we promise we’d clean up everythin’ nice and neat for ya.”

She wrinkled her nose, leaning against Dallas. “’Nice and neat’?” she repeated. “You live some kinda double life as a housemaid? Bet that’s where you get most o’ your money, huh?” She moved to casually prop herself up against some dresser.

Looking back at Dally, she continued. “Though I did hear sometin’ about you workin’ at the race track. Maybe we oughta call you Ponykid instead. Though nobody’s gonna believe you got that nickname’s ‘cause you ride somethin’ as sweet ‘n’ innocent as a pony.”

With a sparkle in her eye, Sylvia turned to look at the kid standing in front of Dally. “You sure Horsechild’s your real name? Or is it a nickname somebody gave you ‘cause you’re so good at ridin’ horses an’…other stuff?”

[eastsidesunset]

(Very strange post below. Beware. >> Sorry in advance for what you'll have to do to deal with the aftermath.)

"Did you just say no to me? You little fuck, did you just say no to me? You know what happens to people who do that? Huh?"

I held my breath, but didn't move an inch. (It was mostly outta sheer terror but God, it was Dallas Winston and you'd be crazy if you weren't scared.) Then out of absolutely nowhere, he started laughing (of all things!) and for a second all I felt was relief, overwhelming relief that it was all a joke. (Though something deep inside me wasn't happy, would be so much better off if Dally had been serious, would be so much more satisfied if for once, I'd really found the courage to say no to Dallas Winston and if it hadn't been just a joke because a fight I'd lost before I started would be better than this...)

Because it was always a joke when I'd done something right, I realized, even as the rest of them kept on laughin' and talking and jokin'. It never counted when I needed it to count. My eyes turned to slits as I stood there and stared at the ground. It wasn't until Dally's girl's lastest joke that I even really heard them. And I kinda wish I didn't hear this either.

“You sure Horsechild’s your real name? Or is it a nickname somebody gave you ‘cause you’re so good at ridin’ horses an’…other stuff?”

I glared daggers at the girl and couldn't think of anything bad enough to call her even out of Dally's most colourful word bank because that was my name she was tossing around and makin' fun of, one of the only things my dad had left me with and she had just went a step too far at exactly the wrong time. It was crazy and I didn't really even understand why I was so furious, why my blood just boiled at the comment but it was an accumulation of things, of far too many things... And for a moment I didn't care who heard me, didn't care that Darry was right there, didn't care about anything at all.

"Shut the fuck up, you bitch."

There was a split second of absolute silence where I could hear myself think and it was too loud, too loud, the walls pressed in on me and all I could think about was getting out of there. I wish I could've had the strength to take what I'd get but the room itself was suffocating me and in the space of a breath, before anyone could really figure out what to say or do, I bolted out the door, into the rain, back out into the rain that was so comfortable in its iciness, such a relief from everything...

And as I ran, my tennis sneakers splashed water everywhere in the empty streets, the razor-sharp fury seeped away slowly, and I could finally breathe.

[yolanda7h]

“’Nice and neat’? You live some kinda double life as a housemaid? Bet that’s where you get most o’ your money, huh?' She went on about his job at the race track and how his name should've been ponyboy. This girl thought she was pretty smart, didn't she? Yeah, he did think it was amusing though - the girl knew how to mess around - in more ways than one.

"You got jokes, huh?" Dal said coolly as he watched her sit on the dresser. He leaned casually against it. "I know where you get your money from. Ain't by check either - just dollar bills in your panties just down the street. See, and I never thought you were the dancin' type." He leaned back his head a bit to look up at her on the dresser teasingly.

Then she went on to make fun of Pony's name and Dal just...didn't care. He was really itching for a cancer stick right now though so he moved off the dresser and went over to Pony's nightstand to grab his pack of smokes without asking. Sylvia's little comment got a small smirk out of Dal as he took out one of the cigarettes. Yeah, so what? So The kid had a funny name - he had to be used to the teasing by now. Not that Dal had any particular problem with the stupid name - but at least the thing would help toughen him up or something, considering all the people who talked about it. Ya don't see Soda gettin' all worked up. Even Johnny Brain had it worse. The kid needed to toughen up.

And that he did, calling Sylvia a bitch. Dally's gaze rose, not at all phased by the severeness of Pony's voice - though maybe some people might be a bit startled. And before he could say or do anything else, the kid bolted. Ha! - so much for toughening up. Dally looked at Sylvia, amused, holding back a slight laugh.

"You're gonna take that from Pony?" He asked teasingly - not at all thinking about sticking up for her. He sat himself on Ponyboy's bed and patted the spot next to him. "At least we got his bed." He said with a grin.

[meaghan]

OOC: My very first post on RC as Soda! How exciting!

BIC: Sodapop Curtis walked up the front steps just as Darry headed down them. He shot his older brother a questioning look, but Darry didn't notice. Soda thought he'd seen Pony turn the corner down the street, and so he figured Darry was going after him. He thought maybe they'd gotten into another argument or something; they tended to do that a lot. The two of them never saw eye to eye about anything, and it drove Soda crazy. He never could pick sides even though they both tried to get him to, because he saw where they were both coming from.

He made his way inside to shrug his jacket off before following Pony, too. He let it drop to the floor, like he always did when he got home from work even though Darry was always telling him to pick it up. He usually kicked his shoes off and let them go wherever they pleased, too. He never learned his lesson, even though that usually resulted in a mad scramble in the mornings, since he never paid attention to where they went and so he never could find them. If you asked him about it, he'd swear that they get up and move on their own.

He turned to the door and was about to head back outside when a voice that sounded a lot like Dally's caught his attention.

"...At least we got his bed."

Whatever that was about, Soda almost didn't want to know. If Dal was talking about Darry's bed, well... he'd get his face pounded in. And Dally knew that. So Soda figured he was most likely talking about Pony's bed, and Pony's bed is his bed, too. He wondered why they didn't just use the couch. He headed back to his room and stood in the doorway, his suspicions confirmed; Dally and his current girl of the hour were on his bed, looking like they were about to go a lot further than first base.

"Huh," he said, coughing awkwardly. "I guess I know why Pony ran off."

[yolanda7h]

(I haz permission to godmod sylvia )

Sylvia got on the bed just as Dally thought she would. With a mischievous grin, he immediately grabbed her and pinned her to the bed, roughly kissing her and aiming to finish what they started when they were on the couch. His hands roamed her body and started to move under her still damp shirt when he heard a voice in the door way.

"Huh, I guess I know why Pony ran off."

He recognized the voice of course. The other Curtis brother, Soda. Shit, didn't he have a late shift at the garage or something? Just when he thought he got rid of all of them. But Dal didn't stop what he was doing just because Soda walked in. Instead, he started teasing Sylvia's neck.

"Mmm," he said before pausing briefly to mumble in his low drawl, "You would too if you knew what's good for ya," He didn't bother looking up at Soda.

[sylvia]

The Curtis House had to be one of the craziest places Sylvia’d ever been in. Well, no. That wasn’t true. Some of the bars she visited got pretty fucking weird around one in the morning, and even Hooters had the occasional nutcase customer. But it was different kind of crazy.

At the Curtis House, people were showing up out of nowhere, disappearing for no reason, innocent one minute, and cussing like a sailor the next. And throughout it all, she had some guy she’d met once trying to get into her pants. Not that she really minded, because at least it was interesting as hell.

Before she knew it, she found herself on Horsekid’s bed with Dally. Whether this was a good or bad development, she really couldn’t say. She wasn’t the type to give it up on the first date—as if she could even call it a date at all—but she figured she’d go ahead and have a little fun till things got heavier than she liked.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t up to her, because some other guy was suddenly standing in the doorway. He said something about Horsekid, and she sat up, lightly pushing Dally off, to get a better look at him. Based on the resemblance between the three guys she’d seen, Sylvia guessed he was probably brothers with the other two.

She looked him up and down and decided he wasn’t her type. Though she’d admit he wasn’t too bad looking either.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, the Brady Bunch? How many of you are there?” She glanced back at Dally. “You coulda picked a better place for our first…meetin’ or whatever the hell you’d call it.”

[meaghan]

"You would too if you knew what's good for ya."

Yeah. 'Cuz Soda was going to just leave and let Dally and some girl he didn't even know do it on his bed. He may have dropped out of school, but he wasn't that much of an idiot. He didn't even really get why they were on his bed. There were other perfectly good beds in their own houses. Beds that weren't his. They could use one of them.

He didn't know where Dallas usually took his girlfriends, but until now it hadn't been to their house. He was pretty sure Darry had already freaked on 'em, but Dal really wasn't one to do what people told him to. Hell, he normally did the opposite, just to piss people off.

"Well, it is kinda my room," Soda pointed out. So if anyone was gonna leave, it would be Dallas and his current girl, who Soda was pretty sure would be gone within a week. The vast majority of the time, Dally never stayed with a girl longer than that. He wondered if Dal could even remember the names of half the girls he'd dated.

“What are you, the Brady Bunch? How many of you are there? You coulda picked a better place for our first…meetin’ or whatever the hell you’d call it.”

"Yeah," Soda nodded. "There's twelve of us. We got a show on TV and everything. You ain't seen it?"

[yolanda7h]

Dally sighed in frustration as Sylvia pushed him off of her, looking up at the ceiling as Soda pointed out that it was his room - like Dal gave a fuck. "Yeah, no shit, dumbass." The only thing Dal could think about was the simple fact that the Curtises were c***blockers. All the fuckin time.

After the whole brady bunch banter, Dal already had enough of hanging around at that house. Just when he thought he could get the house to himself while the brothers were out studying, working, or being fuckin lame-asses , all three of them had to make cameo appearances. Fuck them. Dal got up from the bed and grabbed Sylvia's wrist, pulling her up with him. With his other hand he grabbed the a sheet from the bed.

"We're outta here," he announced with cold finality. He wasn't leaving because Soda thought he was tough enough to run him out of the room. He was leaving because he had just about enough of the Curtis house. Time to get drunk...or something.

As he brushed passed Soda, pulling Sylvia with him, he slammed the semi-balled up sheet into Soda's chest.

"You're gonna wanna wash that. You came a little bit too late. We got the job done." And with that he dragged Sylvia out of the room. As they went out the house, he looked up at the sky. It was still drizzling a bit but since they were both already sort of wet, it didn't matter. "I'm feelin' like grabbing some drinks and seein' a movie," He told Sylvia. He figured they can get dry (or not, depending on where they take things) at Buck's. "You up for that?"

OOC - FIN