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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"Huh," Marc said. "That did not occur to me."

He was not even remotely pretending that had not occurred to him.

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And that gave Harley a second great excuse, this time to point at him and declare, "Liar!" with an absolutely cheeky grin.

And then the little-old-lady-to-be came back to take their order. In her usual bubbly manner, Harley put in the order for their nachos ('just the beans, no meat, but every kind of sauce and thing ya got') and for her mac and cheese - and then also Marc's turkey on rye and the fries, but with a big question mark tone and a look towards him, in case he wanted to amend something or just fully contradict her or something.

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"Lettuce, tomato, mustard," Marc added for the sandwich. But otherwise he was good. And mainly watching Harley interact with someone.

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There was a lot that could be said about Harley Quinn, negative and completely true, but at least no one could claim she didn't try and be nice to waitstaff!

... These days.

So, much like last time, she was charming and cheery and may or may not have made the waitress think about a tatted-up wayward daughter of hers.

And then the waitress went away, and Harley's attention turned back to Marc. "Right, where were we?"

As if that mattered. He could say anything and she'd probably just roll along from there.

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"Fuck if I remember," Marc said. He did have a question in his mind for some reason so he went with that. "You travel much? Before you moved here."

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"Define 'much'," Harley replied immediately, on the first thought that came to her. On the second, however, she shook her head and said, "Actually no, don't bother. There's not gonna be any definition you or anyone else can come up with where the answer isn't 'no'."

[hasaknightjob]

"Gotcha," Marc said. Then the reason why he wondered came back to him. "I was thinking of food. Diners being an American thing."

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"Yeah?" Harley replied.

A prompt, not a question, of course.

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"Other places you'd like," Marc said. "Late night food. I'm guessing you've had a lot of that."

Why he was thinking of other things she'd like was of course not worth examining.

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"With my lifestyle?" Harley replied, leaning back in her seat a little more. "Yeah. There was a while I barely ever saw daylight!"

And yet that was still not why she was so very pale!

"24-hour places should be handed awards just for existing."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc nodded. Not that he'd go that far but it wasn't news Harley was more effusive than Marc in general. "Kind of a you work when and where you're needed thing with me. Doesn't lend itself to a lot of options."

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Harley's shoe bumped against his under the table. Accidentally? Sure, let's go with that.

"So what's your favorite?" she wondered. "From the options you've had?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't move his foot away. Accidents were accidents after all.

"Back home? A nice pastrami," Marc said. "Outside the US? Hawawshi."

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Harley left her foot where it was.

It did not stop her from leaning forward a little with great curiosity. "Ooh, what's that?"

[hasaknightjob]

"It's like a - " Marc made gestures with his hands to approximate size and shape " - pita filled with meat, onions, spices, that kinda thing."

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Harley gave a deeply appreciative hum at what she was now picturing.

"Oh, those are some of my favorite things." Please don't keep track of how many different things she claimed were some of her favorite. "I'd love to try one some day!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Maybe we can find an Egyptian place some night," Marc said.

Of course there was actual Egypt but that one was perhaps not a great suggestion for him and Harley to hit up purely to grab dinner. Not back on Marc's world, anyway.

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Oh, but just think of all the trouble Harley could get into!

"You think they got any in Baltimore?"

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"Never know," Marc said. "We can take a look next time."

Because apparently there was a next time now.

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Speaking of: "There's a next time?"

She could only hold back the teasing about it for so long, okay?

"Excellent."

[hasaknightjob]

"Yeah, yeah," Marc said as he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. "It's the free food, I get it."

The thing on his face that could be called a smile indicated he was also teasing.

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Harley's foot gave his a nudge.

She smirked. "I can't resist a nice, available dish, sue me."

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Marc smirked. Possibly to the comment, possibly the nudge. Possibly both.

"Oh so I'm available is what did it," Marc said. "Got it. I did wonder."

Obviously it wasn't that he was nice.

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"Uh huh," Harley agreed, for the sake of a quip. "Don't you know how you're just signaling 'open and available' to everyone, all the time?"

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"It's my friendly demeanor, right?" Marc asked, now utterly stoic. "Gives it away every time."