Bad Actors with Bad Habits (Casual/Sylvia)

[sylvia]

Sylvia casually shut the door behind her, leaning against it with her arms crossed. She watched him flop down on the couch, amused. It was times like these that he was so fucking easy to read that she wondered if he was doing it on purpose. She could almost predict every word that would come out of his mouth, and it was obvious what his ultimate goal was. But maybe that was because his attempts at getting laid never really changed.

Still, there were times when she couldn’t guess a single thing going through his head. And those were the times where he almost seemed dangerous. But that’s when it was the most fun, too.

“I’m thinkin’ that you probably want somethin’ to do with fuckin’, but I’m not sure. You could always just be real excited to get started on that picnic we were talkin’ about. ‘Specially since we could bring one o’ those chess sets you’ve got stashed around, an’ we can play all day long.”

Smirking, she moved away from the door and sat down on the couch far away from him as she could, resting one of her arms on the armrest.

[yolanda7h]

Dal wasn't gonna lie. He wanted her to at least get on top of him. But instead she said some smart ass comment and sat far away from him. What the fuck did she think he brought her up her for? To stare at the wall? Shit. Dal looked up at the ceiling for a moment, frustrated as hell. "Pfft. So you wanna play, games huh?" He sat up and looked at Sylvia, unimpressed. "Yeah. We'll play a little something. It sure as fuck ain't gonna be chess."

He moved over to her, tackling her by her waist and leaning back on the couch, pulling her on top of him. As he did, he planted a rough kiss on her lips, then pulled away. "You like that game, don't ya?" He smirked, knowing she was probably trying to distance herself from him because she was still sorta pissed. Honestly, he was trying to hurry the 'getting over it' phase along just a bit. He leaned in close to her a bit before pulling away.

"Mmm you smell good...what, is that like some new perfume or somethin'?" He slightly teased.

[sylvia]

Dally pulled Sylvia onto his lap, and she did the best damn job she could to keep her expression and demeanor cool. It wasn’t easy to do with him kissing her and all, especially since they hadn’t had a chance to really…make up for lost time since he’d gotten back. But luckily for her, hiding emotions was something she’d had enough practice doing to be really fucking good at it.

"Mmm you smell good...what, is that like some new perfume or somethin'?”

Sylvia shifted, making herself more comfortable. She decided that, for the timing being, it wasn’t worth the effort of getting off of him. It was actually almost nice touching him again, but she wasn’t about to admit to it.

Watching Dallas, she answered, “Nah. Different shampoo.” She inspected a nail, and then looked back up at him. “See, I’d just got done takin’ a nice hot shower by myself right ‘fore you called.”

[yolanda7h]

Right when she said the word shower, Dal already had his own thoughts about what she was doing 'by herself' in that shower - no, not thoughts - very clear visual in his mind and it made him grin a bit. And with her laying on top of him, Dal couldn't help but be a little pissed that she had to throw a fit just because of what he did to Two Bit and the fact that he'd be an idiot for staying in Windrixville too much longer. He could've been busy doing some really rough stuff with her if she hadn't been such a stubborn fuck.

"Well shoot, Sylvia. With all that thinkin of me that you were doin in that shower, you probably annoyed some of your neighbors. I mean, you're kind of loud with that stuff when you wanna be. All you had to do was stop being pissed for one fuckin second, and I could have joined you in that shower." Not that they couldn't do the shower thing now but something told Dal she wasn't going to go for that. But at least they were on each other like they were now - Dal was starting to think he'd have to go back into the city without having any alone time with Sylvia because of her dumbass tantrums. Hell yeah, it pissed him off, but he sure as hell wasn't gonna let that shit bother him - then or now.

After he said his piece about the shower, he pulled Sylvia in for another rough kiss, making it longer this time. The way he kissed her was somewhat forceful, slightly laced with the anger that was under the surface.

[sylvia]

Despite whatever annoyance was left, Sylvia’s natural instinct was to deepen the kiss. She made a small noise in the back of her throat, bringing a hand up to bury it in his hair. In the back of her mind, she knew she should probably be telling him off for being such a crude asshole, but that wasn’t even the biggest problem; the real issue was that she’d come to Buck’s intending to keep all her clothes on, and based on the way things were heading, that plan probably wasn’t going to last.

She couldn’t even bring herself to give a shit. They’d probably end up fighting again as soon as she pulled back anyway, so she let herself enjoy the moment while it lasted. Gripping his shirt with her other hand, she sat up a little straighter. She felt the rough material of his shirt beneath her fingers, and she ran a nail down his chest before pulling back to breathe.

Lightheaded, she watched Dally calmly, taking him in. When he first got back a few days ago, she’d barely had a chance to see him before they’d pissed each other off.

“Nah, the neighbors di’nt really complain. I was too tired out after spendin’ all afternoon with some guy to make any more noise,” she said, amused. Smirking, she let her hand drop from his hair to rest on the back of his neck. She grinned at him, and then leaned forward to kiss him again.

[yolanda7h]

Dally rolled his eyes at Sylvia's comment and let her shut him up with another kiss before he could say something smart right back. He would've told her to just shut the fuck up. Sylvia was a much better girlfriend when she didn't talk. Dal wasn't born yesterday though, he knew when she was trying to get to him with her wiseass comments about other guys - especially after what happened with Two-Bit. Like he gave a flying fuck? He didn't know what kind of game this girl was playing but he really didn't have the patience to play along.

Dally aggressively deepened the kissing as they made out, gradually increasing the pace, groping her roughly with his large hands, and grabbing her ass. The immediate goal going through his mind was to make here moan and turn her on. But without even realizing it, he was letting out the building frustration he had with her. Dal had been with a lot of girls, but something about Sylvia irritated him to the core. The very thing that turned him on about her made him want to kick her to the curb, like he's done with so many others. Yet this time, he hasn't. Who the heck knows why? Dal never took time to figure shit out, he just did things - without thinking.

And whatever kind of relationship he had with Sylvia was definitely no different.

Dally sat up forcing Sylvia to sit up too, pausing the kissing just enough so they can shift positions. Dal took his hand behind her neck, underneath that long dark hair, and pulled her towards him - now somewhat forcefully taking control of the kissing, his free hand roaming underneath her shirt.

[sylvia]

Sylvia hadn’t even expected him to respond, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. After all, if she’d known he’d just ignore her comment, why had she bothered talking to him at all? Sometimes she wondered if he even heard half the shit she said.

He probably didn’t; after all, he didn’t seem to be listening when she said it was too early for him to get laid. He hadn’t even listened when she tried to stop him and Mathews from acting like dipshits with a masculinity complex.

Mathews…

She knew it was pretty shitty (and shit like this was probably why people thought she was such a whore), but even as Dally’s hands explored her body, she found herself remembering the few brief seconds Mathews’ lips had met hers.

The kiss hadn’t been rough. Maybe a little desperate, but nothing like the way Dally was kissing her. Maybe because Two-Bit hadn’t had anything to angry about at the time; but shit, Dallas didn’t either. Did he?

Her thoughts were interrupted as his hands found their way under her shirt. She shivered involuntarily, pulling herself a little closer to Dally in spite of herself.

He put his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her towards him forcefully. That was all it took. If she hadn’t known it before, now she was sure he was pissed off. Maybe it was because of her comment, but she figured that couldn’t be it. He had to be used to it by now.

It was probably because Mathews was on the mind, but she couldn’t help assuming he was the reason behind her boyfriend’s shitty mood. That should piss her off, and in a way it did, but that didn’t stop the level of smugness that accompanied that thought.

Pulling back, she watched him, catching her breath. It would probably fuck things up for both of them, but a question rose to her lips anyway. “You’re actin’ like this ‘cause of Mathews, aren’t you?” She ran a hand through her hair. “How come you’re still bein’ all pissy and shit? I’m not even still pissed off about it.” That wasn’t entirely true, but that incident was over, and she was angrier that Dally’d be leaving her again, and there wasn’t shit she could do to stop him.

[yolanda7h]

Dally was so ready to do Sylvia and take her clothes off, and her pulling away caught him off guard a bit. Sometimes when he got caught up in the moment, whether it was in a rumble or fixing to have sex with his girl - Dal's sight was blinded by impulse. So when Sylvia pulled away from him, Dal just glared at her with an expression that was unreadable for the most part - except for the clear glint of impatience in his eyes. Jesus fuckin Christ, what is it now? Dally thought. He wanted to just shut her up just as quickly by continuing to kiss her but it was too late. She had, as always, something to say.

“You’re actin’ like this ‘cause of Mathews, aren’t you? How come you’re still bein’ all pissy and shit? I’m not even still pissed off about it.”

"Oh fuck, Sylvia." Dal said, clearly exasperated and frustrated - in more ways than one. Like Dal thought - Sylvia was just better when she didn't say anything. "I ain't pissed. I don't give a shit about Mathews. Why the fuck are you bringing him up?" Dal didn't realize his actions weren't agreeing with his words, even when his words carried very sharp venom, like he was talking to a Soc rather than his girl. Just the very fact that Mathew's name was uttered while they were making out did do one thing, though - if he was pissed before, he really was pissed now.

[sylvia]

Well shit. It looked like her question had worked just as well as a cold fucking shower. Sylvia knew that should’ve been considered a good thing because she’d promised herself Dally wouldn’t get laid before she’d forgiven him, but she still felt shitty about it. Maybe because it’d been such a long time since she’d been able to spend so much time with Dally, and she was just getting used to the way it felt in his arms again.

Maybe that was why she couldn’t bring herself to stand up and get off of him. It should have been easy, what with the way he pissed her off every damn time he opened his mouth, but it wasn’t. Nothing was ever easy with Dallas.

Raising an eyebrow, she cocked her head to the side, scooting back a little so she could cross her arms over her middle. “Lemme give you a little tip about romancin’ chicks like me. If you wanna get laid, yellin’ at her like a asshole usually isn’t the best way to go about it.”

That wasn’t the most effective way to get her point across, and it’d probably just piss him off more, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She sure as hell hadn’t come to argue with him, but it was better than letting him leave her again before she’d managed to pry some sort of answer out of him.

Even then, Sylvia knew that this whole issue with Mathews would bug her. Dally got pissed off plenty, and a fair amount of the time it was at her, but he usually brushed off any comment about other guys. But maybe this time he actually gave a shit because it was genuine question and not some half-assed attempt to get under his skin.

“I’m bringin’ him up ‘cause I wanna know.” She forced away the smirk threatening to surface as she added, “’S not every day you get in a c*ckfight. Y’know, involvin’ me and all. An’ I wanna know why.”

[yolanda7h]

“Lemme give you a little tip about romancin’ chicks like me. If you wanna get laid, yellin’ at her like a asshole usually isn’t the best way to go about it.”

"Just shut the fuck up," Dal snapped, finally saying what he'd been thinking about her for the last couple of minutes. He moved to get up, signalling Sylvia to get off of him before he literally shoved her off the couch. "You can't keep your mouth shut for more than five fuckin seconds." Not only did she just kill any heat going on between them, but she just stepped on Dal's last nerve. He walked around the couch and grabbed his unfinished beer and took a swig as he reluctantly listened to Sylvia's bullshit.

"I’m bringin’ him up ‘cause I wanna know. S not every day you get in a c*ckfight. Y’know, involvin’ me and all. An’ I wanna know why.”

Dal glared at her for a short moment - a brief pause, anger still piercing his eyes. It was a question Dal didn't know how to answer. So he did what he always did. Lash out. "Because I like punchin' people in the face that deserve it. Maybe if you take a break from actin like you'll open your legs for every guy that walks by, Two-Bit's nose would still be in one fuckin piece." He had a rep to keep up, Two-Bit would never walk all over him by kissing his girl and getting away with it.

"Any more fuckin questions?" He snapped before finishing off the bottle.

[sylvia]

She wasn’t too surprised that he’d told her to shut the fuck up. In fact, she’d been expecting him to say something like that since the minute she’d first called him back. It wasn’t like she worried too much about pissing him off, so she’d grown immune to that harsh tone that’d send most girls running. Dally might have had the rough tone, but she knew her words could have a bite that’d make anybody nuts. Not that that ever stopped her from saying what was on her mind.

It was a good thing Dally’d had her move before he said anything, because she would’ve been tempted to slap him if he’d been within her reach. He probably didn’t plan that out that far because he was a fucking dumbass, but it was a good move. Maybe it was his survival instinct.

She snorted at that thought, crossing her legs while she glared at Dallas as he spoke. If she had a dollar for every time some guy made some smartass comment about her reputation for being some kind of whore, she’d be far away from New York and Dally, living in some fancy apartment with a guy who realized how lucky he was to have landed a chick like her. And if he didn’t, she’d kick him to the curb because she didn’t need shits like that hanging around her.

“Yeah. I got another question.” She looked up at him, leaning back against the couch. If she tried fighting back, arguing that he was wrong and she wasn’t a slut, she wouldn’t get anywhere. She’d tried plenty of times before with other people, and it never worked. Asking him questions and shit seemed to bother him most, so she figured she’d just stick to her guns and keep asking till he got up and left. Or fucking answered her.

“Y’know, he was a good kisser an’ shit, but it di’nt get all hot and heavy like we just were.” Grinning widely at him, she continued. “No need to get your panties in a bunch.” She paused, just to piss him off further. “So you gonna answer me?” If she had some kind of death wish, she would’ve added something about Two-Bit and how he would’ve answered her, but that’d get her ass kicked out long before she got some information out of Dally.

[yolanda7h]

Dal really wanted to slap that grin off her face, but knowing Sylvia she'd run and call the cops screaming domestic violence - which was the last thing he needed. But he seriously considered it. He really wanted to knock the shit out of her. The one time they finally had an opportunity to have some fun together, she fucks it up. So to hell with her. He didn't have time for her shit or her smartass comments.

"Fuck you," he said when she paused, as if it were an automatic response. But before he could say anything else, Sylvia came right back to the question that Dal couldn't even answer. Did he really give a shit about Two-Bit and what Sylvia did with him? No. Why would he? Sylvia was just another fast broad - one of many. But even when Dal kept telling himself that, he did rough up Two-Bit pretty bad about kissing her. If it were any other girl, Dal would of dropped her like a bad habit and moved on to another one.

Hell, usually Dal didn't need to find an excuse to drop some broad. All it took was for Dal to get bored and he was off with some other chick.

But for some reason, Two-Bit really picked the wrong girl and the wrong time to mess with Dally. Not even Dally could articulate why, except for the fact that no one messes with him. Period. Dally knew the only person that was gonna stick up for him was himself, so he had to do what he had to do. And kissing his girl was not going to be something he'd let slide.

Dal still didn't get why Sylvia was being such a pain in the ass though. After she asked for an answer, Dal shot back with another question.

"What the hell are you getting at huh?" He slammed the beer on the table and started towards her, still clearly pissed off. He didn't like being played with and from the almost smug nature of her comments, he got the feeling she was definitely playing some kind of game with him. "Just stop fuckin around or get the fuck out. Take your bullshit somewhere else." Hell if he cared.

[sylvia]

Usually when Dally got like that—all stubborn and pissed off—Sylvia just left. It wasn’t worth the effort of calming him down, and it never worked anyway. She probably would’ve been out the door already, if it wasn’t for the nagging fear that he’d be gone before she saw him again.

Worrying wasn’t something that occupied much of her time in the past, and she didn’t know why that’d changed. Maybe because Dal was one of the first guys she’d had that did whatever the hell he wanted without a second thought about her. If he wanted to leave, he could. If he wanted to dump her, that was the end of that. And it wouldn’t matter if she did the best damn job she could to make him jealous, or if she tried fucking him, or even if she started crying or stupid shit like that. As far as she knew, he wouldn’t care.

And that was why her question mattered. Why she wanted some sort of answer enough to sit on her ass and keep asking, whether he yelled at her or not.

She’d never been the type to need some sort of confirmation from a guy to think she was important. Most guys had shit taste in chicks anyway, or else they’d all be trying to get her. So why did it matter what Dally thought? She wouldn’t leave him, even if he did say he didn’t give a fuck about her. It didn’t even matter how stupid or illogical that was; if Sylvia looked for logic, she’d have moved far away from NYC and any temptation to stick around Dally.

"What the hell are you getting at huh?”

He approached her, and she sat up, her heart beating fast. If she was being realistic, she knew she should probably be somewhat scared, because he was Dallas Winston and she was doing the best she could to push every button he had. But she watched him come closer, casual as she’d ever been. She wanted him to tell her something, admit something, and that was the only thought occupying her mind. She needed something to remind her why she put up with him when he was off being the dumbass hood he’d always been.

She let her arms drop to her sides, tapping the fingers of one hand against her leg. “I know that big boy words aren’t ‘xactly your strongest suit and shit, so you’re probably gonna get even pissier, but I’m ‘gettin’ at’ the fact that maybe you aren’t as fuckin’ detached as you think you are.”

[yolanda7h]

Dally looked at her for a moment, a bit surprised by her bluntness and what she was being blunt about. Then, his pissed off expression eased into one of bemusement. What in the flying fuck? He couldn't even process the implications of what she was saying, it was so freakin strange. Really, who even thinks or says that to Dallas? No one. Not in a million years.

"That's what this is all about?" Dally turned and let out a breath in astonishment (an attempt to calm down), running a hand through his dark hair while pacing away a few steps. "Well shit, Sylvia." He turned to her. "I don't know what to tell you." A little bit of a smirk tugged his lips, amused by the ridiculousness of it all. "What? You think I give a shit if you run off with Two-Bit? Go! Get outta here! I don't give a shit."

As he said these words all he could think about was how fucked he would be if he was attached to this girl - which was why he was saying them. Like hell was he attached. He couldn't be. There will never be a day when he'll be a tool to some broad. And he wasn't gonna get caught up with this chick just to be like all of them other sad fuckers who keep ratting on about the girl that got away. This 'relationship' was suppose to be about two things - having fun and having sex.

So when the fuck did it turn into something else?

If anything, this wasn't about him. This was about her. This girl was probably so clingy, she was trying to make what was going on between them more than it was.

"And you know what? There's probably somethin' you should know about me. I'm not lettin you or Two-Bit, the cops, my folks or any fuckin body pull me along. So if you wanna play games, Sylvia, go fuck somebody else." Shit, maybe she should go get paid for doing exactly that.

He expected her to walk out at this point and the thought of that made him wonder - where the fuck did he put his cigarettes? He paced away from her, patting the pockets of his jeans, over to the counter by the mini fridge. Shit. When he really wanted a smoke he couldn't find his pack any where.

[sylvia]

Sylvia listened to Dally go off, spouting some bullshit about how she could go run off with Two-Bit. It wasn’t the first time he’d said he didn’t give a fuck about what she did, but most of the shit he said wasn’t true anyway. He was like a little kid sometimes; he threw tantrums, saying anything he could to get what he wanted. Sometimes it seemed like the only thing Dally really wanted was to be left alone to his own vices, and he was pretty fucking successful if that was his goal.

But she was stubborn. Stubborn, bitchy, and probably a bit stupid. And impatient.

"And you know what? There's probably somethin' you should know about me. I'm not lettin you or Two-Bit, the cops, my folks or any fuckin body pull me along. So if you wanna play games, Sylvia, go fuck somebody else.”

“Y’know, that’s not a bad idea. ‘Specially since there’s nothing stoppin’ me, and you’ll be gone again before long.” She stood up, ready to haul ass out of there before she had a time to change her mind. All it’d take was one look at Dally and she’d come crawling back. She didn’t know what it was, or why it happened, or when she’d turned into such a little bitch.

Hell-bent on making her way out of his room without looking back, Sylvia knocked into the fucking table next to the couch, swearing as she stepped back. Irritated, she tossed her hair over her shoulder, scowling. She was ready to march on out as if nothing had happened, but something caught her eye.

She bent down to pick up the pack of cigarettes that had fallen, making sure to give Dally the best view she could. Tossing the cigarettes between her hands, she turned back around to look at Dallas, sucking in a breath. “Lookin’ for somethin’?”

Tempting as it was to throw the pack at him and hope it pegged him right in the face, she sat on the armrest of the couch, raising an eyebrow at him. “Maybe these?” She put the back in the middle of her lap, resting her hands on her thighs. “Or even better, maybe the chick of your dreams? Better think fast, ‘cause she’s about ready to head out the door if you don’t stop throwin’ a hissy fit an’ you keep denyin’ everythin’ I throw out there.”

She wetted her lips, casually leaning back. “So what’ll it be?”