Causeway Parking Lot to the Mainland; Later Tuesday Afternoon

[totalwildcard]

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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[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved his hand back to brush against her cheek - stray hair, of course, also absolutely there - before dropping it back down to get himself another chip.

"Guess I'll make do."

[totalwildcard]

Harley snagged herself another chip, too.

"You have dessert to look forward to, don't forget."

[hasaknightjob]

"My memory is shit but I haven't forgotten," Marc said, looking right at her. He took another chip from her side of the plate, slowly enough he could be easily stopped.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was too ridiculous to stop him a second time.

Physically.

Because now she was just gesturing for him to just feed it to her. "Come on, get it over with."

[hasaknightjob]

That got a laugh out of him. Marc made a show of bringing the chip towards him then changing course and holding it out for Harley. "I appreciate your efficiency."

[totalwildcard]

Harley raised her eyebrows when he did his little bait-and-switch, then snickered and leaned in to catch the chip with her teeth.

Chewed, swallowed, then said, "I got no time for dilly-dallying."

She had so much time for dilly-dallying.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not what you said in the car," Marc pointed out.

Not that they'd done much talking in the car. But then again that was the point.

[totalwildcard]

"Excuse you, sucking face was a priority!"

[hasaknightjob]

That got him to laugh again. "Sorry. Thought it was dinner. My bad."

[totalwildcard]

"I was not subtle enough for that," Harley informed him, picking up another chip from their fast-dwindling reserve. Plenty of everything she could get on it, too. "I know that for a fact."

[hasaknightjob]

"So this is the distraction then?" Marc asked, pointing at the chips to represent the concept of dinner.

[totalwildcard]

"Of course."

And into her mouth the chip went.

[hasaknightjob]

"Good to know," Marc said as he very, very slowly loaded up a chip with some salsa. Almost as if he was dragging it out on purpose to make the process last longer. Because yes.

[totalwildcard]

"Of course if I'd been hungry before, it woulda been the other way," Harley shared, although she didn't think that should be any sort of a surprise. "All about the context!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc ate his chip then told her, "Seemed pretty hungry to me."

[totalwildcard]

"Different kindsa hunger," Harley told him without missing a beat. "I contain multitudes."

[hasaknightjob]

"Okay now you're just stealing my shtick," Marc told her.

Because why be crazy if you couldn't make jokes about your own particular flavor of it?

[totalwildcard]

Harley pointed at her face.

"Well, criminal, remember? Of course I'm gonna steal everything that isn't nailed down!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc pretended to be shocked. "You're not an upstanding businesswoman?"

[totalwildcard]

"Sometimes I stand up?" Harley quipped, although with a chuckle in her tone. "Other than that..."

Big unrepentant shrug, and she grabbed another chip.

"Sorry you've been bonin' a bonafide bad person."

[hasaknightjob]

If Marc was Steven he would have been properly appreciative of the alliteration. Sadly Marc was Marc.

"Yeah, I got some news about who you've been screwing as well," he told her in kind. "May shock you."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, I don't sleep with good people," Harley replied without missing a beat, shaking her head and raising her eyebrows. Gesturing with the chip. "That would be the real shock, right there."

[hasaknightjob]

"Change of pace anyway," Marc said, but in a way that was more to himself.

[totalwildcard]

To himself or not, Harley was going to give him a curious hum while scooping up some of the last of their beans. "Hmm?"

[hasaknightjob]

"That you get it," Marc said. He gestured for her to help herself to the last of the nachos. "When I talk about what I do. Don't try to romanticize it or something."