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Post by yolanda7h on Jan 30, 2011 0:00:18 GMT -5
Sometime after his fight with Two-Bit, Dal was taking it easy at Buck's apartment, upstairs over the bar.. It was the weekend. There was shit to do except laze around, drink, smoke, and figure out what kind of shit they were going to get into later that night. Still, Dal wasn't going to be as reckless as he usually was. He'd heard the Shepard gang was going to get into a rumble tonight but he wasn't gonna be fuckin stupid and get into that mess. Any other time he would, but he wasn't tryin' to get himself locked up again - at least not for as long as he was before. And if Sherlock is able to catch him, he'd be in the slammer for nearly a lifetime probably.
Outwardly though, Dally clearly wasn't worried about that fact. He was as relaxed as ever. With his feet up on the couch, he flipped the channels of Buck's TV, and finally landed on one of the Bourne movies that he hadn't seen yet. Supremacy or Ultimatum or something like that. Buck was drinking a beer and half watching for a while, until he started bugging Dal about Sylvia. A bit of banter later, Buck had grabbed Dal's phone (another disposable one) and called Sylvia just to mess around. He hung up before Sylvia could answer and Dal chased him around for a bit until Buck ran downstairs. Buck shouted up the stairs that he needed figure out what horses he was going to bet on for the next race.
"So cut it out!" Buck shouted.
"Fuck you," Dal said, letting it go out of boredom. Plus, he wanted to finish the movie. He jumped back on the couch again, and grabbed a cigarette. What kinda shit was Matt Damon gettin' into now?
If Dal was lucky, Sylvia wouldn't call back.
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Post by sylvia on Jan 30, 2011 0:25:46 GMT -5
Sylvia scowled at the phone as it rang. It was interrupting her Matt Damon movie marathon, and Matt Damon was some sexy shit. Especially when he was dodging explosions or whatever the hell it was he did in his movies. She didn’t exactly watch them for the plot, so it wasn’t like she’d know anyway.
When whoever it was calling didn’t hang up soon enough for her liking, Sylvia begrudgingly stood up from the couch, intending to answer the phone just to turn it back off again. She didn’t care who it was she hung up on; it could be her own mother for all she cared.
Of course, if she hung up on her mom, she was sure she’d never hear the end of it, and that was the last thing she needed. Syl was already in a shitty mood as it was, and she didn’t have any immediate plans to change that. Not when she had plenty of reasons to be pissed off, especially at all those people who were making her life a whole lot harder than it had to be. There was Mathews, those fucking cops, the asshole in the apartment below who’d yelled at her for disturbing his beauty sleep because her TV was too loud…the list went on and on. But the name at the top of her list was Dallas. It was always him.
When she finally reached the phone, it’d stopped ringing. Still, she glanced at caller ID. After all, maybe it was some guy calling to tell her she’d one the lottery and a free pass to kick any guy in the shins without having to pay for it later. Then she’d be living the good life.
‘Well speak o’ the devil, she thought, seeing who’d called. While returning to watch some more Matt Damon was an attractive thought, she couldn’t resist dialing the number to call back. The whole time she listened to it ring, she told herself that the call was only intended to rub it in his face that he’d been the one to cave first. Nonetheless, there was a tiny voice in the back of her mind saying that part of her just wanted to hear his voice because she wasn’t sure when she’d get to hear it again. It didn’t even matter that he was a jackass at the top of her list.
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Post by yolanda7h on Jan 30, 2011 21:54:47 GMT -5
Dally took a drag of the cigarette as he watched Bourne drive a car while practically lying down, backward, off the roof of a building, fall two stories and crash perpendicularly into a parked car. Dal's usually narrow eyes widened a bit. This movie just got good. He laughed and coughed at the same time, as some of the smoke was inhaled too quickly, as he sat up on the couch. That scene was so sick, it was funny.
"Hahaha, shit, thats fucked up," he said to the TV. He was usually entertained by movies and he usually talked to the screen too, even in public when going to theaters, just to piss people off.
Then his phone rang and he knew exactly who it was. He cursed under his breath before picking it up. "What?" That was his usual greeting. "You know, you would call back - especially when Buck called you when he was playin' with my phone." Another explosion happened on the TV and Dally's attention was diverted for a second. "Haha, shit," he said in amusement at the TV.
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Post by sylvia on Feb 6, 2011 1:04:56 GMT -5
Sylvia rolled her eyes at his greeting. “Yeah, ‘course I’d call back. For a second there, I almost thought I got to witness the magic of Dallas fuckin’ Winston usin’ a phone. That’s a miracle right up there next to walkin’ on water.” Or getting a compliment out of him that didn’t involve words like ‘legs’, or ‘ass’.
She held the phone to ear with her shoulder, freeing her hands to reach around for the remote to turn the TV down. Once the volume was low enough that she could actually hear, she grabbed the phone again. In the background on the other end, she heard something that sounded suspiciously like explosions and whatever shit she’d been watching on the TV just a few minutes ago.
Somewhat smug, she said, “Sounds like you’re watchin’ the same thing I was. There must be some kind of hope for you after all, ‘cause I don’t hear any porn in the background, which ‘s a bit of a shock. Looks like I got witness two miracles in one day.”
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Post by yolanda7h on Feb 14, 2011 22:35:29 GMT -5
“Yeah, ‘course I’d call back. For a second there, I almost thought I got to witness the magic of Dallas fuckin’ Winston usin’ a phone. That’s a miracle right up there next to walkin’ on water."
"Or Sylvia not bein' a wiseass for once in her life," Dal said, coolly with a smirk, eyes still on the TV. So what was this now? Sylvia wasn't pissed at him anymore? It was about time she fuckin' got over it.
“Sounds like you’re watchin’ the same thing I was. There must be some kind of hope for you after all, ‘cause I don’t hear any porn in the background, which ‘s a bit of a shock. Looks like I got witness two miracles in one day.”
"Shit, Sylvia - you know what? You missed the porn watchin'. But if you want a recap, you can come on over here and we can make one of our own." His smirk turned into a grin - even though Sylvia couldn't see the suggestive naughtiness in his expression , it showed through in his voice.
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Post by sylvia on Feb 28, 2011 21:55:40 GMT -5
"Or Sylvia not bein' a wiseass for once in her life,” Dally said on the other end.
Sylvia moved the phone over to the other ear, making herself comfortable against the armrest of the couch. Smirking into the phone, she let sarcasm drip from each word as she said, “Yeah, but if I wasn’t a wiseass, then I never woulda got you to fall head over heels for me.”
He talked about porn and whatever the hell else, and he probably figured he was one smooth asshole. If he thought that was some sort of turn on for her, she wondered what that said about her. At the least, her sense of romance was a bit off.
“Forget porn. Whaddya say to a nice picnic by a…river? Or we could go skippin’ through a meadow, holdin’ hands ‘n’ stuff.” She snorted, twirling a piece of her hair around a finger. “Since we’re talkin’ to each other again an’ all.”
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Post by yolanda7h on Mar 2, 2011 1:14:22 GMT -5
Dally took a slow drag of his cigarette as Sylvia said something about falling 'head over heels' for her. And then something about picnics and holding hands. Once she finished the sentence, he started to pretend as if he were coughing. "Shit, Sylvia. Something about what you said just made me choke. It was...so fuckin...cheesy, I don't think I've ever heard anythin' like that. Ah, shit. I think my body rejected it or somethin'" He grinned settling back in his seat, tapping ash into the ash tray on the table next to the couch.
"Tell ya what though, so long as I can get you in that river naked, we can have all the picnics you want. And I'll do more than just hold your hand. We can bring a camera and make our porno flick - killin' two birds in one stone. I'm thinkin' its a pretty good idea."
He took another drag of his cigarette. "And since we're talkin to each other, why don't you get your ass over here and I can help you get undressed for that picnic?"
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Post by sylvia on Mar 11, 2011 23:12:37 GMT -5
As a general rule, Sylvia decided she’d avoid bringing porn up as a topic of conversation from then on. She should’ve known that Dally would roll with it, and probably have a shitload of fun doing it, too. Of course, if she didn’t find some level of amusement from the way he constantly talked about sex and mocked almost everything she said, she would’ve dumped his ass and moved on a long time ago. Maybe she’d find Mr. Right elsewhere. If he even existed at all.
"And since we're talkin to each other, why don't you get your ass over here and I can help you get undressed for that picnic?" he asked, and she pursed her lips.
“Fine. But maybe I’m just comin’ over so I can tell you off for not botherin’ to call me on your own. For…however many days it was. But I’m comin’.” She paused, standing up. “An’ Dal, if you wanted to talk to me, all you had to do was call. You di’nt have to get shy and make Buck call for you.”
Without waiting for a response, she hung up the phone.
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Sylvia took one last look at herself in the mirror, fluffed her hair, and thanked the guy who’d given her a ride to Buck’s. She didn’t really know who he was, but she needed a ride and he was willing to give one. It was as simple as that.
Throwing the door to Buck’s open, she made her way across the room and sat at the bar, waiting for Dally. It was pretty empty, being so early in the day and all, but she didn’t mind. Sometimes she liked it when she got to hang around Dally without people everywhere, bumping into her, spilling drinks, and singing along with the music as if they were gonna be the next fucking superstar to hit NYC.
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Post by yolanda7h on Mar 12, 2011 0:42:56 GMT -5
Dal rolled his eyes at Sylvia's comment and hung up when she did, throwing the phone on the table and returning his attention to the movie. He knew the girl would come around. She always did. Shit, it wasn't like he did anything wrong for her to get all bitchy about in the first place. What he did to Two-Bit - the guy had it coming, simple as that. He watched the movie for a while longer until Buck came back upstairs.
"Guess who's downstairs at the bar. The chick you've been dying to see." He said before going to open the fridge to look for something to eat.
"Whatever, man." Dal said cutting off the TV. He turned around on the couch. "Pull that shit again, Buck." It was a light warning before he stood from the couch.
"Cool it, man. I managed to get your girl here. You should be thankin' me." He said, smug. Dal responded by giving him the finger as he went down the stairs. Buck simply shook his head and laughed.
Dal's narrow eyes scanned the place, seeing it pretty tame compared to how it was at night. He then spotted Ms. Pissy at the bar and sat next to her, ordering a beer immediately before turning to her. "So are we havin' make up sex before or after that picnic?" He asked nonchalantly, as if that's how he started all his conversations. The beer was passed to him and he took a good swig before glancing at Sylvia, as if waiting for a serious answer to his question, a slight smirk on his face.
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Post by sylvia on Mar 13, 2011 21:25:17 GMT -5
It wasn’t easy pretending that she didn’t see Dally when he sat down next to her, but Sylvia managed to keep her gaze straightforward as he ordered a beer and turned to her. While he spoke, she watched the bartender get his drink, tapping her fingers on the bar.
“So are we havin’ make up sex before or after that picnic?”
Ignoring his question, she tried ordering a beer herself. “On him,”
she added, nodding at Dally, finally looking at him. She smirked. “A little early for that kinda talk, hon.”
The bartender handed her a beer, and she opened it up without a second thought. It’d been a real pain in the ass getting a drink out of that bartender the first time she’d tried, but she was pretty damn persuasive when she wanted to be. And she’d had a fake ID with her at the time, so to hell with him.
Once she was done taking a swig, she put the bottle down and gave Dal and even look. “Now if you really want an answer to that question, I guess it depends. How many girls did you fuck while I was busy bein’ pissed off at you?”
Cracking a grin, she slid her hand over, letting it rest on his thigh. Cocking her head to the side, she added, “For your sake, I’m really hopin’ you say none.”
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Post by yolanda7h on Mar 14, 2011 0:17:33 GMT -5
"Too early. Geez," He looked at a pretend watch on his sleeve. "You're right. We gotta wait til it gets dark. I don't know what it is but you're a lot rougher at night." He smirked before taking another swig of his beer. He knew what she was actually hinting at. Apparently she wasn't completely over her pissy phase, yet and they hadn't even gotten to angry make up sex phase yet. Damn. He could be finishing the movie, if that was the case. Or at least save up on his bar tab that she just helped herself to - lucky for her he didn't mind enough to say anything about it.
As she asked her question, Dal felt her hand on his thigh and he leaned in towards her ear and said evenly, "Depends on how many fuckin 'guys you've been kissin' while you were busy bein' pissed off at me." He kissed her right under her ear and down the length of her neck. A smirk tugged his lips as he pulled away a bit to look Sylvia right in the eye. His expression was unreadable while he waited for an answer. "Yeah answer me that one. I'm likin' this game we're playin'."
And as he waited for an answer his hand touched her thigh as well and slowly started moving further up.
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Post by sylvia on Mar 14, 2011 1:02:57 GMT -5
With comments like the one Dally made about the way she was rougher at night, Sylvia had to wonder what the fuck she'd gotten herself into. Well, maybe not so much what it was, but why. Sometimes she figured she was just too stupid to get out while she was ahead. But she knew she'd be back to winning before long; half the fun of the relationship with Dally was that they were constantly competing about something.
He asked how many guys she'd been kissing, and she let a cool smirk fall into place. She shrugged, taking a drink and putting one hand on top of his hand, which was slowly making its way up her leg. "Why's it matter? 'Specially if you di'nt answer me about the chicks you screwed, so I'm thinkin' you weren't exactly...y'know, pure."
If possible, she probably looked even more smug than she had before. "Unless you were too busy pinin' after me and schemin' to come up with some way to get me back over here."
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Post by yolanda7h on Mar 14, 2011 1:36:25 GMT -5
"This coming from the freakiest girl this side of Windrixville," Dally retorted to her 'pure' comment. His gazed only shifted to her chest briefly, then back up at her. She had to be fuckin' around. Dal wasn't worried about her in the slightest when she went on her little fit. He had too much going on to be worried about some broad. He knew that whatever her problem was, she'd get over it and eventually they'd be back where they started. Dal told himself it was pretty predictable, but for some reason it amused him.
"And since we're on the subject of pinin' and schemin', it looks to me like you were just itchin' to get yourself over here. For fuck's sakes Sylvia, you're worse than the cops. It took 2 seconds for you to decide to high tail your ass over here." He took another swig of beer and stood up from the stool. "Come on. Upstairs." He nodded over to the stair well, and there was a slightly mischievous gleam in his eye.
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Post by sylvia on Mar 14, 2011 14:27:34 GMT -5
At Dally’s comment about her being the “freakiest girl”, she just shrugged, hoping her expression didn’t give anything away. The truth was that she wasn’t as much of a whore as most people seemed to think; of course she hadn’t bothered hunting up some one night stand with some guy she didn’t give a shit about. Unless she really wanted to fuck with Dally’s head and needed someone to spend a night with, she wouldn’t do that.
She took another drink as Dally stood up, ignoring what he said about how fast she’d met up with him. Just because she’d gone over to Buck’s didn’t mean she’d forgiven him or wasn’t pissed anymore. But it wouldn’t be long. And the really shitty part was that Dal probably knew that just as well as she did.
“Come on. Upstairs,” he said, and she sucked in a breath, remaining seated at the bar. There was a pretty decent chance he’d give her hell for being such a pussy and doing what he told her to, but if she ignored him completely, he’d probably just get all pissy and leave. And she didn’t want that.
Giving him a dark look, she stood up too. “Don’t get your hopes up...Or start actin’ like a bigger asshole than usual when you don’t get what you want.”
With that, she brushed past him, heading for the stairs.
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Post by yolanda7h on Mar 14, 2011 15:16:44 GMT -5
Dal picked up his beer again and took several swallows from it as he waited for Sylvia to get up. Did he want to get her alone? Hell yeah. Did he think she was gonna give him any? Not likely, knowing what a stubborn little wiseass she could be at times. But that didn't mean he couldn't egg her on. And when did he not have fun when they were alone together? ...that is, when they weren't at each other's throats. What could he say? The girl was sexy and tough, which was probably why Dal kept her around and put up with her shit for this long.
“Don’t get your hopes up...Or start actin’ like a bigger asshole than usual when you don’t get what you want.”
Dal rolled his eyes as he watched Sylvia walk pass him up the stairs. He took what was left of his beer with him. Going up the stairs and walking pass Sylvia to place his beer down. He then jumped on Buck's couch, putting his hands behind his head and looked at Sylvia. "Come on Sylvia. You like when I'm a bigger asshole than usual. Now tell me...what is it that you think I want? I don't really think you know." There as a certain smug and suggestive smirk on his lips. She knew what he wanted, this was just a means for her say it...and hopefully she'd go further and start talking dirty. Shit. Wishful thinking.
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