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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"You'd have to hang on," Marc said.

As though that wasn't a feature instead of a bug.

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Harley laughed. "You don't have to keep selling me on it."

Yes.

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"We'll add it to the list," Marc said.

Everyone ignore how they were racking up a list of things to do now. Particularly the part where it would require multiple times together to get it all done.

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Harley was doing a fantastic job multitasking between being excited for things while ignoring the pile-up of them!

"Yes!" See? "It's gonna be great, it's been ages since I was on a bike!"

[hasaknightjob]

Harley's enthusiasm was moving the bike higher on the unacknowledged list now.

"I'll see what I can do," Marc said. "Maybe next time we go out."

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"I'd like that!"

Would she remember they'd made even such a vague plan? Maybe not, but she was going to be just as excited at the prospect once reminded!

A little more casually, she added, "I like just 'next time', too."

Someone honked their horn at whatever bullshit move she'd just pulled again.

[hasaknightjob]

"Doesn't have to be a plan?" Marc asked, to see if he understood. "Could just be a thing?"

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"Can be a plan!" Harley replied. "I'm just saying, it... sounds nice."

Why would you make her explain this? She'd known it was a bad idea to start saying it in the first place! And now she just had to power through and sound upbeat and casual about it.

"'Next time'."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm still not nice," Marc told her. But kidding. Making the topic much less serious because nothing was serious here, right?

"But next time sounds okay."

That part might be serious. Whoops.

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"You don't have to be nice for shit you're involved in to still be nice," Harley retorted, grabbing that tangent with all her might. "Sometimes you're gonna have to accept collateral niceness."

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That got something like a laugh out of Marc. "That'd be a shitty name for a band."

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"But they would make moderate bucks in the college hipster colours circuit," Harley retorted, "and I'm still right."

[hasaknightjob]

"There you go, being smug again," Marc said.

Funny how that didn't sound like a complaint.

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"If you think this is bad --" Which he didn't actually seem to, no! "-- you just wait until you're diving face-first into my crotch again, 'cause I'm gonna be real smug then."

There, a safe topic!

[hasaknightjob]

"Smug's not the reaction I'll be going for there," Marc told her.

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"Then what is?" Harley just had to ask. "Do tell! In grisly detail!"

Marc and detail did not generally mix well together, she knew this.

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"Grisly isn't what I'm going for either," Marc told her.

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Harley snorted. "You know you can just 'no comment' your way outta the dirty talk, right, you don't have to separately reject every word I use. It's rude."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her a thoughtful look. Then the road ahead to make sure it was fairly clear. Then he shifted over to try to place a kiss behind her ear and whisper, "No comment."

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Well then.

"No fair," Harley whined, although there was an undertone of a laugh in the sound, making it sound much less like a genuine complaint.

It was just the sudden butterflies, was all.

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"Nobody said anything about playing fair," Marc pointed out. As long as he'd already moved, he stayed where he was. Other than putting an arm around her shoulders, that is. That bit of movement he added.

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"I did, just now," Harley pointed out in turn, but it was particularly lacking in argumentative tone.

In fact, she just sounded pleased. Funny what having him get all close and cozy and hurtling down the road at an irresponsible speed could do for a girl.

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"Then I'm telling you I'm not gonna," Marc replied. He settled in next to her since he might as well be comfortable. "Tough shit."

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Harley snorted, loudly, but the particular curve of her lips said she just barely held back a laugh.

"Oh, tough shit, huh? Charming."

It was, actually.

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"If I had a nickel for every time I've been called that..." Marc said, letting the sentence trail off.

He also started to use his fingers to draw light circles on the back of Harley's neck.