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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[totalwildcard]

Just practically wafting off him, the displeasure! Palpable!

Must've been why Harley kept at it. And yielded to the deepening like she was greedy for it, too.

Being eager was something she could be counted on for.

[hasaknightjob]

Any second now Marc might remember where they were and what they were supposed to be doing. But in the meanwhile he could be tangling a hand in her hair and adding some light bites on her lips.

Harley did have a habit of making him forget things in favor of just doing.

[totalwildcard]

It was the lack of impulse control, it was contagious. Between the two of them, they did have a fair bit of smarts, it was just that they kept throwing it all right out the window in moments like this.

Bites and tangling were good. Harley responded by hooking one leg around his. Just trying to bring him closer, that was all!

(Smarts, window.)

[hasaknightjob]

If Harley was going to be thoughtful enough to move her leg like that then Marc was going to take shameless advantage to use that hand on her back to haul her closer and get rid of pesky room in between them.

Windows? What windows?

[totalwildcard]

That did not make Harley ease off with the clinging and the everything else in the slightest.

Like sure, the hand in his hair was kind of tugging on his hair now, but it didn't seem like the goal was to move him any further away from her.

[hasaknightjob]

That was good. Because the result was him kissing her harder, which did require him being very much in her space.

The hand on her back started to move to her side and then up and okay then he had enough memory of where they were to at least stop that before it went too far.

[totalwildcard]

Aw, but it pulled such a disappointed sound from Harley!

Whose hooked leg and the ensuing lack of space between them, specifically between their respective hips, was also beginning to approach 'too far'.

She would've blamed him, for being too enticing.

[hasaknightjob]

No, this was clearly her fault. Something about lack of impulse control being contagious? Or maybe she was enticing as well. One of those.

Yes, it could be said to be both. Except Marc did have enough control to finally break the kiss. Not go far, just enough that he could look at her, warm and breathless.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was just ridiculous enough to gasp a big breath and actually say "Whew" out loud.

If only to follow it up with, "How's that for an appetizer?"

Not necessarily for a meal, no.

[hasaknightjob]

That got a chuckle out of Marc. His first impulse was to do a version on Not bad, I guess. But he didn't want to risk hitting any lingering vulnerable spots for her so instead he went with, "You do whet the appetite."

Which was also a free gift on word play if she wanted it.

[totalwildcard]

Good call. Harley snickered and smirked. "Oh, and its not the only thing gettin' whet."

What, you wanted clever, you were gonna have to bait her when she wasn't kiss-drunk.

"Thinkin' we should take this show on the road," she continued, pulling one of her hands away from Marc only so she could pat the hood of te car. "Show the old gal a good time somewhere... else."

[hasaknightjob]

"Gonna admit I was not ruling out this wasn't even the car you stole," Marc told her. He stepped back so she had room to stand, but did offer her a hand down if she wanted it. Maybe if he was thinking about it he would remember it wasn't like Harley needed the help. But, well, he was doing a lot of things without thinking about them right now.

[totalwildcard]

"Ohhh, I shoulda thought of that!" Harley said as she let him help her back to her feet. She didn't need it, but it was still nice! "That would've been funny."

[hasaknightjob]

"Keep it for another time," Marc said. "So are we breaking in again or...?"

[totalwildcard]

"What, into the car?" Harley asked, as she produced keys from one of her pockets. "Sheesh, just call me an amateur to my face, why don't ya!"

[hasaknightjob]

"My bad," Marc said. He went around to the passenger side to wait for her to unlock it. "Though not amateur hour to assume you don't need 'em."

[totalwildcard]

"I don't, always," Harley confirmed readily, unlocking the driver's side. "But they're nice to have!"

And with that, she slid into her seat so she could lean over and unlock the door for him, too.

The interior of the car was looking pretty good for its age, although it definitely had some major 70s classic vibes to it. And much like the back seat, the front was really all just one continuous thing. Like a couch in a car.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc got in and took the measure of it all. "I've had worse."

[totalwildcard]

"Glowing review," Harley replied with a an amused huff.

A few more easy moves and the engine growled to life. (Seatbelt? Did Harley seem like someone who bothered with a seatbelt?) "So! Where to?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Dinner eventually?" Marc said. Given the age of the car he was not ruling out any existing safety features would do more harm than good. Also he wouldn't stay dead if the worst happened so, yanno.

"Drive for a while then stop when we find a place?"

[totalwildcard]

"Eh, works for me!"

It was sort of how Harley went about her entire life, these days.

And with that, the car pulled out of the parking space. Not too carelessly - Harley may not have been the most safe of drivers, but even she wanted them to at least get out of the parking lot and over the causeway before causing any major damage to anything - but perhaps with a little more speed than was wise or necessary.

... And no, she wasn't going to be causing damage later, either! Probably.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had anticipated this would be Harley's driving style so it didn't throw him, other than any potentially sharp turns which made staying in one spot on that long bench a little difficult. Frankly it'd been something he was kind of curious about. How her personality was reflected in her driving style. So as she got them on their way, he mainly watched her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley could drive in a perfectly acceptable manner, was the thing. She was doing so right here, as she got them over the causeway and onto the mainland side. But she preferred to drive fast and unpredictable, like someone with a little too much experience outdriving cops in pursuit.

Once they made it to the mainland side and got on actual streets, she was somewhere in between. On the fast side, a little sharp and sudden on turns, but only enough to piss off other people on the road, not enough for anyone to call the cops on her.

Probably.

"Shout out if you see anything interesting enough to stop for!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Could go for a diner," Marc said. Not that he'd spotted one yet, but just to throw a preference out there. Nobody wanted to be the "I don't know, what do you want?" person when aiming for dinner plans.

[totalwildcard]

Harley had often been that person in the past. She'd been trying to kick the habit.

And right this moment, she was apparently the "Ooh, that could work, I would love some diner pie for dessert!" person, since that was what she said.

And the "And I'll entertain any good makeout spots you see, too!" person, as well. That part came complete with a little wink, even.