Aye Papi~ {Guillermo}

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

Rose was MIA, which meant Tramp had the house to herself on that wonderfully bright Saturday afternoon. That meant the back porch door was open, and the windows were open, letting the apartment get some of that warmth and the rare breeze that was in the area. It also meant she had the stereo on, where Egypt Central was blaring out of the speakers, and she was dancing back and forth through the house.

Admittedly, she was a touch bored. She had just made fresh brownies, since she had been craving the hell out of them. Several of the chocolatey, fudgey goodness was already gone—but maybe Rose would appreciate it. Since the woman really didn’t cook. In the time she had been there, there had been one fiasco that involved the smoke detector, and frantic shouting by her and Jeny for Rose to get something to fan the smoke away. After that, it had been takeout. Tramp wasn’t much of a chef either; she was decent, but often too lazy or busy with other things to cook. Mac’n’Cheese and Ramen had become her staples.

Today was one of those days that Tramp wanted to play dress up, just in case she got plans for something later on. And dressing up for her meant actually doing her hair, and wearing one of her favorite skeletal tank tops, old shorts—and her favorite steampunk style stilettos. She didn’t have nearly enough shoes to rival Rose’s collection, but one of her suitcases had been tightly packed, almost busting with her shoes. Mostly various, unique heels and a few other more casual shoes that she was wearing more often—due to her running around with Angel and Wes.

“Your magic white rabbit, has left it’s writing on the wall,” She sang along under her breath to the stereo, while she leaned on the balcony, a cigarette between her fingers, “We follow, like Alice, and just keep diving down the hole.” She blew the smoke out of her mouth, and flicked the ash of her cigarette. The stereo was loud enough for her to hear outside, but quiet enough that she could hear the door if Rose came in, or someone knocked. She enjoyed the sunshine, hence why she was mostly on the porch today. Her thoughts kept her busy, along with a few books she had on the little table to the side.

Those thoughts were mostly about Rose. And the nagging suspicion something was amiss. Her cousin had been acting a little strangely. With her temper, the amounts of sleep—and how overly protective of certain foods. Jeny wasn’t saying anything, because either she didn’t know, or the little brat was hiding it. Tramp sucked on the end of the cigarette with irritation, and chewed the insides of her cheeks while the smoke billowed out of her nose. She tossed her cigarette over the edge, before wandering back inside, and flopping on the couch. Her hair dangled off the arm of it, while her arms conduced the vicious sounding guitar in the song, “I will not be used to be battered and abused. It’s the reason why I choose to cut my losses!”

Never in a million years, did she expect someone to come through that door while her legs kicked in the air, dancing while laying down.

Tags: Mugsy / Guillermo / Olley / Tramp
Notes: TEEHEE.
Outfit: Olley is living out her shoe fantasy through Tramp.
Song: The song she's singing.

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[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

Guillermo was bored. Jeny was out and Seth was out and he was home, studying like he never had before. His mind throbbed, packed full of information that he was sure he would not really need to know.
He needed a break. Standing up, he went into his room, threw on his shirt and a jacket , before going over to the mirror. His hair was mussed up from sleeping on the couch.
He shrugged a little and left, going straight over to Rose's apartment. She was usually at a loss for things to do, now that her uncle had put her on maternity leave. He opened the door, and unfamiliar music met his ears. He stared at the girl who was writhing on the couch, doing some impression of an air guitar, singing along.
“I will not be used to be battered and abused. It’s the reason why I choose to cut my losses!”
She kicked her feet up in the air and Guillermo looked around him, studying the room.
Yes, this WAS the right apartment..
This girl looked familiar somehow, but it sure as hell wasn't Rose.
"Um.. hello.."
His voice was confused. Guillermo stared at her a few moments longer.
"Sorry, but.. who are you?"

(OMG THAT WAS SO SHORT I'M SORRY)

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

That door did open, and it did scare Tramp, and she did scramble to her knees on the couch, her arms at her side. If it had been a burglar with a gun, she would have been dead on the spot. Was that…Guillermo? She grinned, and scrambled off the couch, straightening out her tank top. “You don’t remember me?” Her voice was a bit like Rose’s in that husky tone, almost like if both girls had smoked too much. Only, her voice was higher in pitch, as where Rose’s was deeper. There were other differences, though. Where Rose was dark haired, and blue eyed—Tramp had blonde hair, and green eyes. But they both had the same fair skin. Related.

“I’m surprised you don’t remember me? Then again, you guys went out just as fast as you came in.” Her fingers hooked on the long necklace, with the metal, miniature gun hanging off the end, while her other arm rested across her stomach. “Ripley, nickname Tramp. Dubbed Uno by rose, you know. Oldest of Rose’s cousins?” She dropped her necklace, and walked over to Guillermo. Her lips were pushed to the side in a curious little smirk, before she stopped short—the smile dropping from her face.

“Rose didn’t tell you then?” Tramp looked genuinely surprised, almost certain that Rose would have told Guillermo right away, and if not Rose—Jeny. Her green eyes lowered down Guillermo’s body, openly checking him out, while raising her brows, “Not bad.” She mumbled to herself, before looking back up at his face, and offering a small smile, “I live here now. Parentals got sick of my shit,” She wandered into the kitchen, tugging a brownie from the pan, and resting it on a napkin, before taking a bite of another, holding the one of the napkin out for Guillermo, “So, they signed over custody to Rose. So she’s my guardian now. Comprende, papi?” She shook the brownie on the napkin, “It’s not poisoned, and it don’t have weed in it this time. Promise.”

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The girl looked surprised and jumped off the couch. “You don’t remember me?” He studied her blonde hair. No.. not really.
“I’m surprised you don’t remember me? Then again, you guys went out just as fast as you came in. Ripley, nickname Tramp. Dubbed Uno by rose, you know. Oldest of Rose’s cousins?”
OHHH..
It was one of Rose's many cousins, the ones from Thanksgiving.
She walked up to him, her smile fading from her face.
“Rose didn’t tell you then?”
"Tell me what?"
He would never have recognized her if she hadn't mentioned being Rose's cousin. Now he saw it.
Ripley's green eyes lowered and skimmed over him quickly. He gave her just the tiniest smirk as she mumbled.
“Not bad.”
Ripley went into the kitchen and he followed, curious.
“I live here now. Parentals got sick of my shit. So, they signed over custody to Rose. So she’s my guardian now. Comprende, papi?”
She held out a brownie on a napkin.
“It’s not poisoned, and it don’t have weed in it this time. Promise.”
Guillermo took it, giving her a small smile.
"Well, Rose failed to mention that. But its understandable. We've both been preoccupied, of course."
He bit into the brownie, happy that it seemed like Rose had no hand in making them.
"And don't call me Papi, Chiquita."

(Chiquita is like saying "little girl", in case you were not aware.)

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“Yeah, I can imagine. No wonder she likes you so much.” That smirk returned to her face, before lifting a brow at the same time. “Call me Chiquita, and I get to call you Papi. Plus,” She meandered to the fridge pulling out a coke and tossing it to him, before getting one for herself. With her brownie handing out of her mouth, and coke in hand, she hoisted herself onto the edge of the counter, crossing one leg over the other, and took a bite from the brownie. “I don’t think you can stop me from calling you, Papi. And as lovely as your name is, it makes me feel like a tard calling ‘Guillermo, Guillermo’ in my non-accented voice. So. Papi it is.” She shrugged her shoulders, and cracked her soda open.

“You know what’s been up with Rose? She’s been acting kinda funny lately.” Might as well cut straight to the chase, Jeny wouldn’t say anything. And maybe, just maybe she’d be able to shake Guillermo a bit into telling her. The tapped her toes curiously, squinting at him for a moment, “Do you smoke? You know like…” In one hand, she held her fingers in a v, mimicking the way she’d hold a cigarette. And in her other hand, she set the brownie and coke down, to mimic smoking a joint, “Either one of em?” Maybe he’d relax enough high, and spill it. Something wasn’t right, and she had nothing to put two and two together…not just yet.

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“Yeah, I can imagine. No wonder she likes you so much. Call me Chiquita, and I get to call you Papi. Plus,”
Ripley tossed him a coke can and he caught it as she jumped up to sit on the counter, munching on her brownie.
“I don’t think you can stop me from calling you, Papi. And as lovely as your name is, it makes me feel like a tard calling ‘Guillermo, Guillermo’ in my non-accented voice. So. Papi it is.”
He gave a wry grin. That was why many people had decided to call him William, the English version of his name. Guillermo sounded stupid when someone didn't know how to pronounce the Spanish alphabet.
"You could always call me Will. Of course, I'm sure Seth will be trying to get you to call me Moe. One of these days I'm gonna punch him for it."
Though he was joking, there was a hint of exasperation in his voice. He was really considering it. Moe was a name for a pet, not a person..
“You know what’s been up with Rose? She’s been acting kinda funny lately.”
Guillermo raised an eyebrow. Well, obviously being pregnant would mess with normal tendencies.
“Do you smoke? You know like…Either one of em?” She mimed smoking both a cigarette and a joint.
"Used to. Not anymore," he told her, choosing not to specify, "Especially not now. Rose doesn't want any smoke around, in case it complicates the pregnancy. She's pretty paranoid about it."

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That wasn’t nearly as hard as she had expected. But her jaw fell open, and the coke can slid straight out of her hand and thudded to the ground. “Fuck!” She snapped, before hopping off the counter, and rounding the corner to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, before rushing back to clean up the mess.

“Rose is pregnant?!” She stared up at Guillermo wide eyed, straightening up the coke can for it to stop leaking, before setting it on the counter. Her lips tightened, as her jaw did. She scrubbed at the linoleum floor with an expression close to anger, before throwing the towel to the side. Tramp pushed to her feet, and brushed past Guillermo, to grab the Swiffer in the closet. “She didn’t say a damn word to me, and I’ve been here for like. A week now. I could be helping her more if she’dve just fucking said somethin’.” Tramp’s hair bounced on her shoulders, while she used the Swiffer to wipe up where the towel hadn’t gotten, and to make sure no sugar ants came in.

“Does Jeny know?” She spun around, and faced Guillermo, her green eyes narrowing. “What about Seth? Am I the only person that did not know my cousin was knocked-the-fuck-up?!” This was probably the closest Tramp had ever been to being truly pissed. She was feeling left out, again. And if she was the only person to not know---shit was going to hit the fan royally. She would have been helping more, and taking better care of Rose. Her cousin didn’t seem like the mommy sort, and plus—that meant Tramp had another baby cousin in Rose’s tummy. Another flesh and blood relation, that wouldn’t be tainted by the venom of the Mercer side of the family. It was enough to make her head spin, and she leaned back against the counter, and rubbed at her face after setting the Swiffer next to her.

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Rose's cousin's mouth fell open in surprise, and her coke slipped out of her grasp and sprayed across the floor.
“Fuck!” She jumped off the counter, ran off and returned with a towel, starting to mop up the soda.
She looked up at him, shocked.
“Rose is pregnant?!”
Guillermo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Um.. Sorry.. I figured you knew.."
She scrubbed the floor furiously before getting up and moving past him, taking other materials to clean with.
“She didn’t say a damn word to me, and I’ve been here for like. A week now. I could be helping her more if she’dve just fucking said somethin’.”
He had a little sinking feeling. Was there a reason Rose wasn't telling her cousin?
Ripley seemed to take offense to it. She whipped around and glared at him.
“Does Jeny know? What about Seth? Am I the only person that did not know my cousin was knocked-the-fuck-up?!”
Feeling confused and somewhat frightened, Guillermo leaned against the fridge. He didn't really know Rose's cousin well enough to determine where the anger was coming from or what her relationship with Rose was like.
He shrugged at her.
"Well, Jeny knew before me, if that makes you feel better. Seth knows, but he's mad as hell. It's still new, you know? I mean, I'm scared. I'm gonna be a dad and I'm here, twenty-two, still in college, trying to find a good job. It's scary. And from what it sounds like, she's never been close with your side of the family, so..."
Hell, what did he know.

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

“Well, you figured wrong.” Tramp snapped. She was pissed now. New to the area, with hardly any friends, and here she was in the custody of a new-mom-to-be. She wasn’t entirely sure why that pissed her off, but it did. She frowned at Guillermo, before hooking the swift under her arm, and picking off the cleaning pads and tossing it into the trash without so much as taking her eyes off of Guillermo. She gripped the Swiffer again tightly, and moved closer into Guillermo, listening to him. The nostrils on her little button nose were flaring, and her red lips were tight.

“You’re scared? I bet she’s scared too, but if you up and leave, she’s still stuck with the kid.” She gritted her teeth, and chewed the inside of her cheek. “If you high-tail it, and bail on my cousin and the baby, so help me god. I will shove this,” She tapped the Swiffer on the ground, “Up your ass, and stick you on the lawn like a fucking lawn ornament.” Tramp was nearly bumping noses with Guillermo at this point. Her tone wasn’t joking, and her eyes were just as serious, before she stepped away from him to scoop up the dirty towels, and wandered into the laundry room.

There were a few clicks while she started the washer, and just doing that seemed to cool her temper. “She hasn’t been…or rather, they weren’t close to her.” Tramp moved from the small room to the sink to wash her hands, “I’m sure she tried, just…my parents are douchebags, and saw her as the outsider because she didn’t look like this I suppose,” Tramp pointed at her face. Indicating the blonde hair, and pale eyes, “Sans makeup and lack of a brush, but the point remains. Just…” She shrugged her shoulders, and ripped off a napkin and placed two of the brownies she had made earlier and held them out to Guillermo. “Don’t judge me for what my family’s done. I love Rose, and I hate the rest of the family for treating her the way they do.”

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[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

“Well, you figured wrong.”
Her green eyes shot daggers at him as she finished cleaning.
“You’re scared? I bet she’s scared too, but if you up and leave, she’s still stuck with the kid. If you high-tail it, and bail on my cousin and the baby, so help me god. I will shove this,”
Ripley indicated the Swiffer mop that she held.
“Up your ass, and stick you on the lawn like a fucking lawn ornament.”
She had advanced on him during her threat and while he had no doubt that she would make good on her promise, anger flared in him. His dark eyes narrowed.
"If you think I would ever leave Rose now, you're fucking insane. I love her. She means more to me than my own life."
Guillermo threw her a dark glower as she moved away.
"I'm a lot of things. But I'm not a coward."
Ripley's temper seemed to subside a little.
“She hasn’t been…or rather, they weren’t close to her. I’m sure she tried, just…my parents are douchebags, and saw her as the outsider because she didn’t look like this I suppose,” she mused, pointing at her light hair and green eyes.
“Sans makeup and lack of a brush, but the point remains. Just…Don’t judge me for what my family’s done. I love Rose, and I hate the rest of the family for treating her the way they do.”
Ripley held out some brownies, almost as if it were a peace offering.
Guillermo gave her a weak smile and a shrug.
"Don't you remember? I punched Rose's dad. I figure, I hate them, they hate me. It's all okay because I've got Rose."

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

Admittedly, a small smile creeped to her face when Guillermo said that he loved Rose. "They hate you because you aren't like them either. I think if Rose were to be with some rich, blonde haired, blue eyed douchebag, they'd be a little happier to have her around." Tramp frowned, and leaned on the counter across Guillermo. She crossed her arms over her chest, and kicked up one heel behind her, standing with one leg.

"But don't keep Rose or the baby away from the family, if they actually want to do a kindness." Tramp mimicked his shrug, and straightened up. "So...I'm gonna go out to the porch. I am going to roll a joint. And I will totally look the other way incase a particular spicey little latino wants to take a hit off it, for old times sake. Of course, I didn't see anythin'." She put her hands up, and raised a brow at Guillermo, before stalking out of the kitchen, grabbing a brownie for herself on the way out. Shit. There were barely any left. She'd have to go and make more before Rose got home. Especially if they were going to be having more vistors.

She stepped onto the open porch, and took a seat on one of the plastic chairs, grabbing a DVD case and popping it open where a small baggy and pack of papers lay. Using the case as a table, she began to pick the seeds out, setting them aside, before laying it on the paper. She looked focused, determined, even as she rolled it nice and tight, sealing the paper with short little licks. "Seriously, I don't rat out family if you want to smoke some of it. And since you're the father of my baby-cousin-to-be, that makes you family." She sucked in her lower lip for a moment, and chewed on it while she glanced around for her lighter, before setting the case with the seeds on the table, and snatched up the green lighter on the table and began to spark the end of the joint.

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"They hate you because you aren't like them either. I think if Rose were to be with some rich, blonde haired, blue eyed douchebag, they'd be a little happier to have her around."
Guillermo grimaced. The description reminded him of the guys he used to beat up in high school..
"But don't keep Rose or the baby away from the family, if they actually want to do a kindness."
He nodded, giving a small shrug.
"I wouldn't.. but I wouldn't be happy about it. I'm not quick to trust.."
Tramp flounced away.
"So...I'm gonna go out to the porch. I am going to roll a joint. And I will totally look the other way incase a particular spicey little latino wants to take a hit off it, for old times sake. Of course, I didn't see anythin'. Seriously, I don't rat out family if you want to smoke some of it. And since you're the father of my baby-cousin-to-be, that makes you family."
He followed her as she moved out to the porch and he leaned on the doorway, a wry smile on his face.
"No, thanks anyways though."
Guillermo raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"I know you're not asking for my advice, but you really shouldn't smoke that. I've watched lots of people go down that road and I'm only 22."
He shrugged again.
"So.. you don't need to take the advice of an old geezer such as myself, but I can give all the advice I like."