Somewhere on the Mainland; Sunday Early Evening

[totalwildcard]

You asked Harley, it was a pretty good Sunday, so far.

She'd started out her day with no plan, and yet by happy accident (and it was definitely an accident, and not someone somewhere making room in a shared schedule to facilitate things, or anything deliberate on the part of anyone directly involved!) she'd run into Marc, and that had sparked a simple and easy plan after all: to drive him to the mainland for dinner, at a restaurant she'd overheard someone talking about on one of her off-island jaunts earlier in the week. It was supposed to be a family-run, no-nonsense little Italian place, and exactly the sort of thing Harley was in the mood for, especially right now with the company she had.

So life was indeed pretty good!

And Harley's mood wasn't soured even by finding out there was actually no parking available right by the restaurant. After some searching, she'd managed to find a spot some blocks away - which was to say, she'd sniped it from right under someone's nose with a truly reckless move. Which had led to some blaring horns from other cars. Which was all good in Harley's book! She had more important things to be thinking about, anyway!

"And the tiramisu's supposed to be amazing," she was saying, as they got out of the car. "Like, 'someone's 97-year-old tiny little Italian grandma made it' kind of amazing. D'you think they'd let me order that for an app and not just dessert?"

(NFB for distance, for the one modded with permission + some NPCs)

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[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, too bad," Harley said, with an absolutely exaggerated sigh, reaching for the door. "Maybe next time."

[hasaknightjob]

"You wanna run on all those stairs?" Marc asked.

[totalwildcard]

"Who says I haven't already?"

Probably literally anyone who'd met her, but whatever: she held the door open for him.

[hasaknightjob]

"I've been there to know you're not an early morning jogger?" Marc replied, giving her a smirk as he walked past her.

[totalwildcard]

"Hey, I walk the hyena, that counts!" Harley objected, and poked him in the side as he went past, just for that.

[hasaknightjob]

Funny how Marc's protest to that poke looked like a smile.

"Just saying there's more interesting ways to get a heart rate up."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, are there? You can tell me all about 'em later!"

For now, she was gonna step up to a member of the staff to announce they'd arrived to collect some delicious food.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc got his wallet out - still not the pocket Harley had put her hand in at the beginning of the night - and got ready to pay. He'd been planning on getting dinner originally so this was no different, he figured.

[totalwildcard]

And Harley was never going to say no to not paying for her own food, especially when she was already down the price of a mountain of pizzas for the kid! So once the lady had produced their two bags - one for the mains, one for the dessert and Harley's soda - Harley picked them up and gestured for him to do his thing.

"I'll thank ya later."

[hasaknightjob]

"You're worth a hell of a lot more than this," Marc told her. He used a credit card to make things faster. "Just saying."

[totalwildcard]

Harley quirked her eyebrows in the middle of picking up the bags.

"And here I was just trying to tease!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Honest review," Marc replied.

He finished paying then reached for the heavier of the bags if she wanted him to carry it.

[totalwildcard]

Want was a different thing, but Harley let him take it, easily.

"I'm gettin' reviews now? What am I, a brand new car? Latest hit record?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc reached to put his hand on her back again once they were outside. "You make better sounds."

[totalwildcard]

Guess Harley had to walk just a little closer to him, then, to make that easier for him. What a hardship!

"Do you have a faaavorite?" she teased, really drawing that last word out as long as it could go.

[hasaknightjob]

Joking or not, Marc gave it some thought.

"When I surprise you."

Which wasn't specifically a sound but her reactions were often audible so Marc figured it counted.

[totalwildcard]

It'd been mostly joking, but only because in Harley's experience, getting him to name things could be a little hit-or-miss. So, an actual answer? A treat!

"When you surprise me?" she echoed, lightly, not not surprised by that answer in itself. "Hunh. Wouldn't have thought of it like that."

[hasaknightjob]

"Could even call it fun," Marc said, fully aware of how rare it was for him to say that.

[totalwildcard]

"Someone could."

Yes, it was a joke about how rare it was from him.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not me," Marc agreed. Because sometimes he had jokes.

[totalwildcard]

"And good," Harley replied, immediately, "'cause you shouldn't surprise me so much I suffer a heart attack like twenty feet from my front door."

Totally what happened when he called things 'fun'.

[hasaknightjob]

"Then who's gonna be a pain in my ass?" Marc asked.

Ignore how he held her closer when he said it.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was ignoring it so hard she just happened to sway more into his side just from the sheer force of her ignoring!

"Oh I'm sure you could find someone if you looked hard enough," she assured him like she wasn't smirking (smiling, she was smiling), "but I'm already here and ready and equipped to be a pain, so..."

[hasaknightjob]

"And there's nobody else like you," Marc said. He had his own sort of smirk/smile thing going when he did.

[totalwildcard]

They were literally like a minute away from the Needful Things door. But Harley thought not of such things, so she went with the urge to slide her arm around his waist, pulling him in that last little bit up against her side - complete with a tip of her head against his shoulder.

It would only be for a minute, so no harm done, right?