modern warfare just got a whole new meaning{TRAMP}

[XANDER SYKES]

So, Xander had logged into this chat thing last night, right? And it was stupid until Tramp had logged in and made that shit pretty damn legit. For about three seconds. Then FUCKING CASH had shown up. God, he fucking hated that asshole. So much that he had punched his monitor, knocking it over and almost breaking it. Luckily it was all okay, though. It wasn't all his fault, though. The desk was shit as it was, though the reason was worth it.

Yeah, Cash was gonna get his eventually. Words could not describe how much he wanted to tear that motherfucker to pieces. Even Xander wasn't as much of a dick as he was, which was saying something.

But whatever, Tramp was coming over. Xander shut the computer down and turned on his Xbox and television. It was a good thing Wes was out doing whatever the fuck Wes did that was presumably with Angel. Nahnie was with some other babysitter that Xander didn't know, which wasn't his idea, but whatever. He was happy for that at the moment.

Munching on the Oreo stash he always kept around the room, he waited for Tramp to get here. No, he wasn't fucking cleaning. That took energy and effort, and Xander had to save at least the former for some Modern Warfare 3. He had his own copy, of course, but that was back at his parent's apartment.

Aw yeah, Xander was ready to dominate. Yeah, no, he wasn't for the whole 'going easy on people' thing. He took modern warfare seriously.

notes; See that face up there? That will be his when Tramp beats him, which should happen.

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

Xander had pretty much turned Tramp's world upside down, and proceeded to shake it up quite a bit. Even though it seemed that Tramp gave no fucks about looking decent when she paraded around town--when it came to Xander, it almost didn't matter at all. When it was just the two of them, she didn't bother to put on makeup. She didn't bother to think out her clothes. She just did. Though, today she did decide to run a brush through her usually messy hair. It resulted in it looking wavy, instead of curly and matted. With it's usual mess, her hair just barely brushed her shoulders, but when it was brushed it, it stretched past her shoulders in bright blonde waves.

When she sat down at her computer, wearing nothing but a cropped yellow tank, and a pair of shorts that were almost too short, she hadn't expected anything special to happen. But when she logged onto the chat, she saw Xander, and a smile crossed her face. She pulled her legs up in the chair, and started typing, only to see Cash in the chat also. Fuck.

So, her and Xander wern't really...an item persay. Nothing had been officialized, and Tramp sure as hell wasn't going to say a damn word about it. She had a casual view on sex and friendship, so who was she to try and push Xander into a corner about it? If he had the same views, then things were fine. No need to go around labeling things. This also gave her a slight loophole to continue her rompings. With Cash. Cash was funny, though a bit of a tool--but he at least knew what he was doing. It urked her that he pretty much offered to shag any girl on two legs; but who was she to call the kettle black?

However. Xander, and Cash in one room. Not a good idea. She wasn't entirely sure if Xander knew that she was using the loophole of not TECHNICALLY being in a relationship, to the full extent. When she really thought about it, she felt bad. There was something about that curly haired, full lipped boy that made something inside of her chest ache. She did her best to play it off in the chat while chewing in her nails...before Cash, being Cash...crossed the line.

Great.

Tramp's hands typed furiously on the keyboard, virtually cold-shouldering Cash in an offer to spend time with Xander who's tone through the words seemed to be less than happy. Only Xander kept talking. Instead of getting his ass over. She sighed, and with a change of plans, logged off her computer, shoved her feet into her flipflops, grabbed her game and her tin of herbal green and went out the door.

She hadn't bothered with her usual makeup, or even changing her clothes. She hadn't bothered with her usual death defying heels, or even tried to muss her hair. She hurried out of the girl's dorm building, and went next door to the boys. Without knocking, she pushed right into Xander's room like she lived there herself. Which...if Xander lived here, and Wes lived here--she was pretty much entitled to the place two of her best friends lived. Without a word, she approached Xander, plucked out an oreo, and hooked one arm over his shoulder. "Hey, Sunshine. Ready to get your ass kicked?" She grinned in that awkward way of her. She never showed teeth when she smiled. If she showed teeth without laughter--she was faking it. She leaned in to press a kiss against Xander's lips--also another reason she didn't bother with makeup. It was so not sexy when Xander had red lipstick and gloss smeared across his face like the Joker.

Tramp pulled away from Xander, and cracked open the case of her game while she held the oreo between her teeth, crouching infront of the XBox without a word. Ohyeah. She was going to toast him.

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LE OUTFIT, OF LE CASUAL TRAMP.

[XANDER SYKES]

Oh, wait. Xander should change his clothes before Tramp got here, so they wouldn't have to pause the game. Yeah, so maybe he got a little uncomfortable wearing the same thing for too long, but whatever. It wasn't important, okay? As he found something else to wear and changed into it, he started thinking, which he did way too much sometimes.

Xander wasn't exactly the biggest fan of Cash, and hadn't been even before he had met Tramp. They may have gotten into a little bit of a fight at some party because Xander may have stepped out of line a bit because Cash was acting like such a pussy motherfucker. So when he heard rumors of Cash and Tramp, he almost went berserk. Yeah, he hadn't because maybe they were fake. Just total bullshit made up by some prissy fucks to piss him off. Well, he wasn't even meant to overhear that conversation, but whatever. But when he saw them in the chat last night, he believed them.

Yeah, so maybe he should have more faith in Tramp, but whatever. She could do whatever the hell she wanted as long as she didn't get hurt or anything and she stayed with him, but mostly the former. Besides, Xander didn't have fucking relationships; he usually just had fucking. Of course, it was different with Tramp, but whatever, he wasn't going to admit he was afraid of losing her, because he wasn't. Nope, Xander could totally pick himself right back up. Even if he hadn't been interested in anyone else since Tramp came along. No, he was totally interested, that was a lie. Yeah. Let's go with that.

So none of that had anything to do with the goofy grin and the look in his eyes as Tramp walked in like she owned the place with a yellow tank top and black shorts and flip-flops and no makeup and her hair looked like it was even brushed a little.... not like he would notice or anything. Or admit it to anyone ever.

"Hey, Sunshine. Ready to get your ass kicked?"

Before he could answer with pretty much a 'bitch, please', she kissed him. God, he lov- liked that a whole fucking lot. He was tempted to get some more, but they had to play. "Psh, like you could beat me. I know this game like... the back of my fucking hand." Yeah, he didn't do similes, but it seemed appropriate. Not that he really cared about what was appropriate.

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

The rumors and things that had been said were painfully true, unfortunately. Tramp felt somewhat guilty, but she reminded herself that she and Xander were not in a relationship, and therefore she was free to do what she wanted. Even if that meant kicking Cash straight out of her room afterwards, or left his room. As where with Xander, she preferred to stay and curl up next to him for the rest of the night. However, no one had outright asked her about Cash, so she hadn’t said anything. She wasn’t exactly sure how she’d answer it either. Would she be able to lie to Xander, or would she actually tell him what she did? Did she care? She did, actually. And she hadn’t liked the realization that Xander had that effect on her, which was probably the main reason that she had run straight to Cash’s bed.

She inserted the game, and crawled backwards after grabbing the two controllers. “Yeah, but you haven’t played me yet.” The corner of her mouth lifted into a sideways grin as she wiggled herself into Xander’s lap. He could either shove her off his lap, or figure out how to play with her in the way, because there was no way she was getting out of there on her own. Being around Xander cooled her skin in a strange way. She always felt like there was something crawling beneath her, aching to get out—and Xander’s touch stopped that. It felt easy, and nice to be around him.

While the screen loaded, she glanced sideways at him, taking his face into consideration. What was she doing with Cash, anyway? Why was she dealing with Cash when she had Xander? Her brows furrowed slightly, and she rubbed the barbell in her tongue along the roof of her mouth, and leaned in to leave a soft kiss against Xander’s cheek. It was one of those soft ones, that matched the soft look on her face. Xander was the only one that had seen that. With Wes and Angel, there was always that exterior of being hard, being tough. It was Xander who got to see everything that was underneath. She turned her face back to the screen, and waited again, before grinning.

“You are goin’ downnnn.”

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