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]

"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.

[hasaknightjob]

"I thought that's what the back seat was for," Marc said.

Look at him remembering things.

[totalwildcard]

Sometimes the important things stuck, apparently!

"Obviously," Harley replied, on a laugh, "but even I can't make out in the back of a moving car I'm also driving. Unfortunately! 'Cause the adrenaline rush in that sounds amazing."

[hasaknightjob]

Funny how that happened sometimes!

"I can believe you've at least tried though," Marc said.

[totalwildcard]

Harley shook her head.

"Only in the front."

[hasaknightjob]

Which did provide Marc with some mental images of what she might be referring to. Regardless, "I'm okay if you focus on driving for right now."

[totalwildcard]

Harley shrugged, easy and light.

"Ah well, your loss."

It really wasn't. But, oo, a stretch of road to go faster in, don't mind if she did!

[hasaknightjob]

In a way this brought up a thought that had been on and off in the back of Marc's mind since the last time he saw Harley. He debated saying something, really wanting to not because saying shit so often did not work out for him. But then he figured fuck it. Things he normally did didn't exactly have a good track record of being the right thing to do with Harley so sure. Do what he usually wouldn't.

"You know you don't have to do anything to surprise me, right?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley looked over (yes, while going fast, she still had a sliver of her attention on the road, it was fine!), looking like any significance in what he'd just said wasn't really computing.

"Okay?" she said, in a tone that suggested she was just grasping at a guess of a correct response.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc shrugged. "I'm just saying."

With not nearly enough words, no.

[totalwildcard]

"Okay?" Harley said again, thankfully turning her gaze back to the road again. "Didn't think I was?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Good," Marc said, like that settled it.

And then something in the very far back of his mind - or possibly someone - gave him a nudge.

"You mentioned it about the last guy is all. That you felt you needed to."

[totalwildcard]

Harley frowned, her gaze flicking to the side towards him, then to the road ahead again.

"I wasn't tryin' to surprise Mister J," she said, "I was tryin' to impress Mister J, there's a difference."

She wasn't touching any of the potential implications inherent in the way he said 'the last guy'. Nope.

[hasaknightjob]

That's good because neither was Marc.

"Well you don't have to do that either," he said. "You're plenty impressive. And surprising."

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, you keep sayin', I've heard ya," Harley pointed out. "What's the point, did it seem like I was trying just now?"

You were going to give a girl a complex, Marc!

[hasaknightjob]

"No, I just - " Marc shrugged, thinking that this was why he tried to avoid talking. "Just saying."

[totalwildcard]

"Wasn't trying," Harley muttered to herself, eyes firmly on the road now. "Wasn't tryin' anything at all."

Maybe not entirely true? Except for the surprising and impressing.

[hasaknightjob]

"I know you weren't," Marc said. "I'm saying in general. If you ever wondered. Which I guess you didn't so sorry I brought it up."

[totalwildcard]

Was Harley pouting, now? And not in the fun way?

Maybe a little, but she would've said she wasn't, which clearly had to count for something!

[hasaknightjob]

Marc sighed, but at himself. Next time he'd listen to his first instincts. "I fucked up. Not exactly news, huh?"