Apartment Above Needful Things; Tuesday Late Morning

[totalwildcard]

Harley had spent most of the weekend on the mainland. Not just Baltimore, either - she'd taken the kid out on a little road trip. Yanno, for life lessons! Most of them criminal, of course, but that was sort of how their mentorship worked, so someone else could handle the boring stuff. Anyway, they'd had fun!

So much of it, in fact, that Harley had only landed back on the island late on Monday evening. Technically probably Tuesday? Which meant that after she'd passed out and slept her fill, the day was already well on its way. She rolled groggily out of bed, shambled her way into the living room --

And groaned when she saw the glitter bomb still waiting on the coffee table, and not downstairs attached to the front door ready to explode on Frenchie if he showed up again this week. Whether he'd already shown up or not, Harley was not in a state to go set it up now.

She shuffled around some more, in search of her phone, which she found discarded on the kitchen counter. No calls, no messages apart from Cass informing her she'd ordered breakfast delivery on Harley's account. Harley looked at the phone for a long moment more anyway, tapping her thumb against the side of it in thought. Groggy, still sleepy, not yet caffeinated thought.

And pulled up a number she'd had for a while but never actually texted before.

(Successfully, anyway. There was that time on her birthday.)

You awake yet?

(expecting one but can be open for other stuff as well!)

Comments

[totalwildcard]

Harley's own delay was because all this talk of cereal (all two texts of it) had inspired her to pour some into a bowl and then she'd had to go all the way to the fridge for the milk, and you know how that all went.

Frenchie might be in the store jsyk

Odds were great she was going to take Bruce for his morning walk out the less often used door in the back room, yes.

[hasaknightjob]

It always took Marc a moment because to him Frenchie did not mean Remy.

He also noticed it was being taken as a given he was coming over now.

Which wasn't wrong.

k you want coffee?

[totalwildcard]

He was a big boy, Harley was trusting him to tell her if he didn't want to come over. Or couldn't, or whatever. Or that she could make it worth his while if he did, if need be. That, too.

(Also she didn't want him to think there had been anything serious about that 'nvm don't come over'. But she didn't want to think about that.)

If it's better than my machine YES pls

Most things were. One of these days she was going to get around to getting her hands on an espresso machine.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc considered where he was going. In fairness he had to write back,

Could be debatable.

[totalwildcard]

Bring it anyway, we'll have a TASTE TEST

It was that patented positive thinking in action again.

Shitty coffee vs shittier coffee!

[hasaknightjob]

In fairness it was possible the coffee was perfectly fine. Marc had never had it nor Harley's so he had no basis of comparison. But that was more information than Marc ever felt was worthwhile to provide.

Instead he opened up the food app to put in an order for pickup, then texted back,

Gimme 20

[totalwildcard]

Roger that!

There was a smattering of food related emoji after that. Because of course.

[hasaknightjob]

After close to twenty minutes, which included a stop at the burrito place on the way, Marc was at the front door to Harley's shop. He tested it to see if it was unlocked.

[totalwildcard]

It was not, unfortunately. Harley was Harley and hadn't thought that far ahead, in part because she had actually used the back door in those twenty minutes to take Bruce out to do his business.

And of course she was upstairs happily puttering around.

[hasaknightjob]

Honestly, Marc was glad. Not that crime was a thing on the island but he felt better when she didn't let random people wander in when the place wasn't open.

Shut up.

He took out his phone and texted,

let me in

[totalwildcard]

Aww! And yet most of the rest of the island should have worried about Harley waltzing into their houses, considering her track record.

Anyway, Harley saw the message, and made an excited noise, and skittered to a window to poke her head out of it --

Nope, wrong side! So off to one of the windows towards the front of the building she went, and opened that one so she could lean out of it and peer down.

And there he was!

"Yoo-hoo, Mr. Delivery Man! Catch!"

Because she was dropping her keys down for him, yeah.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't Steven, so he did in fact catch the keys even though one hand was juggling the food and coffee.

"I gotta let myself in now?" he called up as he unlocked the door. But it was a fake grump at best.

[totalwildcard]

"You get to let yourself in!" Harley called back, unrepentant.

Also, yeah, no, she would never have tossed the keys to Steven - for a few reasons, but mostly because she would've been convinced they'd hit him square in the face.

[hasaknightjob]

They absolutely would have. Then Steven would've dropped them and spent far too much time trying to pick them up because he would've been too focused on apologizing.

Marc in the meanwhile unlocked the door just fine, let himself in, then locked the door behind him all one handed. Then he headed upstairs.

"You do that for all the delivery guys?"

[totalwildcard]

"Just the really handsome ones!" Harley called cheerfully from where she was clearing the table.

She wasn't in a onesie, but still managed to look like she'd only just rolled out of bed. Something about the kind of shorts and just how oversized the tee were.

[hasaknightjob]

"Nice one," Marc said when he came in. Hey, she'd thrown in a compliment. She could get kudos for that. He came over to where she was and deliberately leaned over her to put the bag on the table.

[totalwildcard]

So Harley deliberately backed up into him just a touch, and turned her head to smirk at him. "Should I tip ya now?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Were you gonna stiff me otherwise?" Marc replied.

Just for her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was clearly an awful influence on him, and she loved it, as evidenced by her laugh, delighted and loud and free.

"No, but I might do that later," she said, as her hand found his wrist so she could try and urge his arm around her.

[hasaknightjob]

It didn't take too much urging. He was right up against her now after all.

"Promises, promises... "

[totalwildcard]

Good, so he was exactly where Harley wanted him. Her hand lingered on his wrist, her arm covering his around her waist.

"That, I definitely only do for the handsome ones. It's an exclusive."

[hasaknightjob]

"How many handsome delivery guys do you know?" Marc asked. He spread his hand out where it was resting on her, covering as much as he could.

[totalwildcard]

"Lately?" Harley replied, pretending to think about it. Head tilt, pondering little pout of her lips, the works.

Only to come to the conclusion of, "Just the one!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc leaned in so he was close to her ear. "Lucky him."

This theoretical person, of course.

[totalwildcard]

Theoretical person who was certainly not in the room right now.

Harley shivered, her smirk going wide. "I'd tell ya just how lucky, but I'm afraid you'd faint."