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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"With good reason," Marc replied. Factually, genuinely no other meaning to it.

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And in return, Harley was merely curious.

"The good reason being...?"

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Marc looked at her with obvious puzzlement. "Because I suck at it?"

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"And why d'you think you think that?" Harley wondered, as if that was a perfectly reasonable thing to ask.

She also held up a finger.

"And don't say 'experience', 'cause one, that's generic, and two, we've all got experience putting out foot so far in our mouths someone oughta be payin' us for it."

[hasaknightjob]

Nope, still puzzled. "Me fucking up with you repeatedly isn't enough of an example?"

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And now the finger went up to tap at her temple. If it felt like a familiar gesture, well.

Imitation was the sincerest form of flattery?

"Honey, I got things going on no one's even bothered to try and diagnose," Harley said. "Me and my reactions, we're not a reliable gauge of anything except how to look fabulous and terrify people."

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Marc gave her a hint of a grin. "One out of two ain't bad."

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Harley gave him a little squint in return, but in a good-natured sort of way? If that was a thing?

"That feels like a redirect."

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"Not intended," Marc told her. "Just saying you haven't scared me yet. Got me feeling like I really don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but not scared."

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"Well, I haven't been trying."

Lucky you, Marc!

"On either front, actually."

[hasaknightjob]

"Still look fabulous," Marc told her.

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"Haven't really been trying with that, either," Harley replied without missing a beat.

Just, with a faint trace of something happily smug.

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Marc did a quick mental recap. "What's the third thing?"

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Lucky for him, Harley had a quick answer for that!

"Making you feel like you don't know what you're doing. I can't take credit for that one."

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"Ah," Marc said. "No, that one seems to come natural. You being you."

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Harley made a thoughtful little 'hm' noise.

"You know you can just ask, right?" she said then, with a glance over at him again. "Sometimes? 'Cause sometimes I might have suggestions."

[hasaknightjob]

From the look of things, that had not occurred to Marc, no.

"Got any now?"

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"Right now?" Harley replied, with a thoughtful little headtilt. "Right now I think you're doin' good. You're talking, you're listening."

The bar was not high.

"But for extra points? Kissin' me once we find our good reason to pull over won't be a bad idea."

[hasaknightjob]

It was Marc. The bar was occasionally below ground.

As for what Harley said, that did coax something even closer to a smile out of him. "I'll keep that one in mind."

Then, after much belated remembering, "Thanks."

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"You're welcome!" Harley replied, much brighter, as usual. "Even if I'm clearly serving my own interests, telling you any of this."

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"Fine by me," Marc told her. "Least that way I know you're getting something out of it."

Even if he wasn't wholly sure what. Besides obvious things like back in the parking lot.

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"Otherwise you don't?"

She couldn't read narrative, no.

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"Time spent with me is normally not considered a prize," Marc said.

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Harley snorted, loudly. "I don't consider it a prize," she said. Probably not about to go where he might think with that one, either. "Gettin' you to smile, now that's a prize. The rest is just a good time!"

[hasaknightjob]

That had not been where Marc expected it to go, no, so well guessed on Harley's part.

"I don't smile," he told her. While kinda smiling.