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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[hasaknightjob]

Marc tried matching her in kind, running his hands up her sides to brush against the outsides of her breasts...

When there was a sound from downstairs that the food was there.

[totalwildcard]

And Harley's head flopped against his shoulder with a great big (okay, relatively soft and quiet) whine of, "Whyyyyyy."

So dramatic.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc snickered. "You or me?"

[totalwildcard]

"Me," Harley replied, making faces even when she straightened up and loosened her hold on him, though it was much less about her having to move than it was about anyone having to move at all.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc kissed her cheek before letting her go. "It's all paid for. Tip too."

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a 'mergh' sort of noise, but hopped down from the counter all the same, maybe stealing a very brief lean against him before stepping past him to head for the door.

Bruce followed her, with either great curiosity or great hope for treats.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc watched her leave.

Respectfully, since Bruce was with her.

[totalwildcard]

The last thing he saw before Harley vanished out the door to the stairs was her pulling the hood up. Full unicorn.

She wasn't gone long, of course. Just the time it took her to go down the stairs and through the store, get the bags from the delivery person (with many thanks!), feed Bruce a quick treat from the stash behind the counter, then trek back up the stairs again while the hyena took up one of his favorite guarding spots in the back room.

"I have secured the food!" she called from the stairs, as if there had ever been any doubt.

[hasaknightjob]

"My hero," Marc called back.

[totalwildcard]

When Harley emerged back into the room again, she brandished one of the bags in a triumphant manner that suggested she'd at least mostly made it over her terrible disappointment of just a moment earlier.

"And here's the proof!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Shame we gotta eat the evidence," Marc said. "I'll try to remember anyway."

[totalwildcard]

"You better," Harley told him, padding over to the table so she could set the bags down. "I sacrificed for these."

[hasaknightjob]

"Anybody I know?" Marc asked.

[totalwildcard]

Harley paused, tilting her head quizzically. "Anybody you know... what?"

And then in the other direction.

"Is that even the right question? Whom?"

[hasaknightjob]

"You're asking me about grammar?" Marc replied, quirking both eyebrows up at her.

[totalwildcard]

"No, I'm askin' me about grammar," Harley clarified. "I'm askin' you a normal question."

[hasaknightjob]

"Who you sacrificed," Marc said.

Perfectly normal answer

[totalwildcard]

"Why's it gotta be a person?" Harley asked. "It's not all human sacrifice, yanno!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Sorry I'm not up on the latest trends," Marc said. "I go with what I know."

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, well," Harley replied, digging into one of the bags and producing one cardboard thing of takeaway coffee, then another, "I sacrificed a great chance to try and getcha to put your hands under my clothes, so..."

So he better appreciate it! It made sense in her head!

[hasaknightjob]

Marc came over to the table, but he was looking at her instead of the food. "Does that work any other way than the zipper?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley was still looking at the food, lifting it out of the bags.

"Nope! Just the one way in and out."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her a warm look as he took a seat. "I'll keep that in mind."

[totalwildcard]

"Tease," Harley scoffed, with a little sideways glance at him.

But all the food was out, now, so she picked up one of the coffees for a sip, followed by a happy little sigh.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not if I follow through," Marc pointed out. He looked for one of the omelets to start with. He was surprisingly hungry. Maybe because he hadn't finished dinner last night.

Or the various forms of exertion. Probably both, actually.