Causeway Parking Lot to the Mainland; Later Tuesday Afternoon

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It might not have ultimately been too much of a surprise which car in the parking lot was Harley's current ride. At least if you happened to know the Chevy Impala was Dean's provided it was even present on Tuesday. The funky 1970s green Chevy Chevelle sedan (four doors, see what she'd said about the back seat?) was of course Harley's: a classic look, but not so flashy as to attract too much attention and immediately get her in trouble as soon as she'd grabbed it from where the very unfortunate previous owner had left it.

Although the main hint that it was hers was still probably that she'd parked her butt on the hood of the thing as she waited for Marc to get there.

Call it a freebie.

(for that guy, continued from here!

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"Fine by me," Marc told her. "Least that way I know you're getting something out of it."

Even if he wasn't wholly sure what. Besides obvious things like back in the parking lot.

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"Otherwise you don't?"

She couldn't read narrative, no.

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"Time spent with me is normally not considered a prize," Marc said.

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Harley snorted, loudly. "I don't consider it a prize," she said. Probably not about to go where he might think with that one, either. "Gettin' you to smile, now that's a prize. The rest is just a good time!"

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That had not been where Marc expected it to go, no, so well guessed on Harley's part.

"I don't smile," he told her. While kinda smiling.

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"Yeah you do," Harley retorted, "but I don't tell you when I see one so you don't stop."

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Which also went to show that Harley was wise.

"Hallucinations," Marc said. Not serious. Which you could tell by the smile.

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"Well, some of the nicest hallucinations I've seen, then."

And the bar was surprisingly high, there! Fun fact.

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Marc actually was able to guess that one!

"That's pretty good praise, I'm thinking."

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"Uh huh!" Harley confirmed cheerfully. "I saw an entire musical number, once! Full Marilyn Monroe, backup dancers and everything."

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"I never get anything like that," Marc said, somewhat envious. "All my shit turns out to be real."

As far as he knew.

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"Well, your brain ended up with different methods of coping," Harley pointed out, easily enough, shrugging. "But I'd share if I could, some of 'em are pretty fun. Great distraction from getting tortured!"

These things were definitely not meant to be said in such a light tone, but... Harley.

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It was Marc so probably among the few people for whom the topics of sanity and torture could be talked about as easily as the weather?

Actually, Marc didn't do so good with talking about the weather. Better than that, then.

"I can buy your brain went with fun," Marc said. "Kind of on brand for you."

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"Are we back on the optimism angle again?" Harley teased, almost immediately.

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"Not an angle if it's true," Marc pointed out. "Trust me, I know the difference."

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"'Cause you're not an optimist?"

Just a hunch!

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"Realist," Marc said. "Kinda my wheelhouse."

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"Uh huh," Harley said, amused but not arguing this time. Possibly because something else caught her attention. "Oh, I think we'll have better diner luck over there."

Which was all the warning he got before she took a very sudden, very sharp turn. Had it been any sharper she would probably have sent him sliding right into her lap.

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Marc was, indeed, surprised. He didn't get into her lap but he did fling one hand out to brace himself that probably ended up on Harley's thigh more than it didn't.

"Probably best the car's not your color," Marc said. "If you break it, won't be a loss."

The original owner might have opinions on that but they weren't here so oh well.

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Well, his hand on her thigh was just a bonus.

"Why would I break it?" asked the woman who'd just taken that turn, and was acting like it was a fully ordinary thing to do, while fully ignoring several angry honks from other cars.

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"Not on purpose," Marc said.

He left his hand where it was, though, icon notwithstanding.

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"I don't get into that many accidents!"

Reassuring. Super reassuring, especially that emphasis.

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Once again Marc was not the audience to look to if you wanted someone to be upset about this sort of thing. As for example,

"Sometimes it's the fault of the people chasing you."

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"Exactly!" Harley agreed. "Not my fault if something happens because they decided give chase."

There was a little less traffic over here. And that just meant she could keep going fast, which she clearly loved.

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"And if it's between that and them killing you," Marc said. Then, since he had to acknowledge, "It's annoying and interrupts shit."