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!)

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[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."

[hasaknightjob]

"Oh yeah," Marc said. He stayed near her ear just because. "I'm known for fainting."

[totalwildcard]

It was a good spot, no one could blame him. Least of all Harley, who was finding herself feeling all sorts of fluttery in response.

"Well, you are real delicate," she teased. "I'm just lookin' out for ya. Outta the goodness of my heart."

[hasaknightjob]

"Generous of you," Marc said. He slipped his other arm around her, resting it under the one already there. "All I did was bring breakfast."

[totalwildcard]

"That you haven't collected any payment for," Harley pointed out, something in her shoulders seeming to settle now that his embrace was complete. Like a weird Pavlovian reflex. "Maybe we're just bein' mutually nice to each other, ya think of that?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was making no comment on how he felt now that he was holding her. He may have noticed the relaxation though.

"You and me? Sounds fake."

[totalwildcard]

Harley couldn't help her snort.

"Yeah it does, don't it?" she said. "Okay, maybe we're playing chicken with who caves in and starts demandin' something in return first?"

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm not demanding," Marc pointed out. "Best I can do is sometimes vexing."

[totalwildcard]

"The joke doesn't care," Harley pointed out in return. "It plays on rules of funny."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her a wry look. "You're expecting me to know rules of funny now?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley craned her neck a bit just to see it better. That look. Also just his face in general.

When it was his face.

"I'm not expectin' a damn thing, sweetie."

[hasaknightjob]

"Good. Means I can surprise you," Marc said. Then he took advantage of the angle to kiss her.

[totalwildcard]

In itself a surprise! Just barely. And not one Harley objected to.

As he could easily tell by the happy hum in her response.