Somewhere on the Mainland; Tuesday Evening

[totalwildcard]

It was rare these days that Harley had plans, let alone ones that were less immediate than later in the same day at most. Funny what power a "could be free Tuesday" spoken on a Thursday could have! Because now it was Tuesday, and the "could be" had turned into an "am" - and Harley had plans she'd actually put a little bit of effort into!

Or bribed Cass to do something for her ahead of time on the mainland. Potayto, tomahto.

They'd taken the car off the island. It was parked a few blocks away now, to draw less attention to where they were actually going - which was a warehouse, but an old-timey one, all nice red brick, one whose actual warehouse days were long gone. If Marc had paid attention to any of the signage before they'd rounded the corner to the back of the building, he may have caught something about "circus arts".

Harley consulted Cass's messages on her phone to find the right door, then stepped up to it, and rapped a rhythmic knock against it. It wasn't Shave and a Haircut; it was something much more convoluted than that.

"Us circus folk like an elaborate knock," she told Marc with a smirk.

She was not actually circus folk except by a very long stretch, and the knock she'd just performed would not be familiar to anyone.

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[totalwildcard]

Harley caught the keys with ease, and stuffed them back in her pocket while raising her eyebrows at him.

"You only fuck under cover of darkness? Pretty sure I've got memories of mornings that say otherwise."

[hasaknightjob]

"At all," Marc said. There may have been a light in his eyes that suggested he was doing that thing of attempting humor. "Sun comes up and I turn to dust."

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave a big gasp, accordingly. Looked at the night sky and then back at him.

"Well then we gotta hurry the fuck up and get home! I gotta get my money's worth before the only way I can getcha in me is by snorting you up!"

[hasaknightjob]

That got - not exactly a chuckle but a sound in the neighborhood of a laugh.

"I shouldn't be surprised you had an answer for that," Marc said. He managed to hold his drink and bag one handed so he could reach out to put his arm around her waist if she let him.

[totalwildcard]

"No," Harley agreed, leaning right on into the embrace and using it to tug him along towards the town, "you really shouldn't! I've got oodles of dirty jokes ready to go at any time!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc let her pull him along.

"And you don't let setbacks get you down."

[totalwildcard]

"No, I only go down when I choose to."

Hilarious.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave the obligatory groan.

"This where I say lucky me?"

[totalwildcard]

"If ya want it to happen to you again," Harley replied, with absolutely no remorse, "yes."

[hasaknightjob]

"Feels like assuming on my part it will happen," Marc said. "So if it does, then yeah. Lucky me."

[totalwildcard]

"I said want," Harley pointed out, helpfully, amused. She gave him a little nudge with her elbow. "It's not a promise, so it's not a demand, either!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Not a demand," Marc agreed. "In either direction."

Though this was now making him think of what would happen if he stayed over without anything like sex. Because yeah he'd slept there but only after the physical stuff.

[totalwildcard]

Considering the times Harley had either almost or completely fallen asleep on him with no physical prelude? Probably something a little like that.

Just hopefully in a bed, with more comfort.

"Nope!" Harley agreed cheerily. "Demands don't go great with free and enthusiastic consent! Unless there's an agreement, and you're not into that sort of thing."

[hasaknightjob]

"Really not," Marc said, and gave her a little squeeze in silent thanks for getting it.

[totalwildcard]

Harley pressed a little closer to his side in equally silent response.

"And it's perfectly a-okay because we've got so much else to be doin'!"

[hasaknightjob]

The silent response meant almost as much as the understanding. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head as an answer for that.

[totalwildcard]

It was a very sweet gesture. Which was why Harley would not be drawing any extra attention to it beyond her pleased smile.

She felt weirdly giddy about it on the inside, though.

She also looked up ahead. Not long to go now!

[hasaknightjob]

"Hyena gonna be okay?" Marc asked. Not that he paid attention to such things.

[totalwildcard]

"I'll probably take him for quick walkies when we get there," Harley replied easily, as they made it onto her street.

Was she going to end up eating the burger while she was doing that? Almost definitely!

[hasaknightjob]

"Promise not to mess with your stuff while you're gone," Marc said.

[totalwildcard]

"Aww, I was gonna make ya promise to mess with my stuff!" Harley joked, while maneuvering the stuff she was holding around so she could get the keys out of her pocket. "It was gonna be a whole thing!"

[hasaknightjob]

"It's me," Marc pointed out. "Could do it anyway, maybe I forgot I said it."

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave him a little finger-point and clucked her tongue like he was making a very good point there. "That's an excellent cover story, too!" she told him. "Good work!"

And now, she was breaking away from him to traipse her way to the door, with the keys.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc let go, but maybe briefly hooked his finger into the top of her pants to give a light tug before releasing her fully.

[totalwildcard]

Which earned him a snicker and a look over her shoulder, and, "Cheeky!" in the least offended manner possible.

And then she was at the door, and got it open, and immediately whistled into the store and the apartment beyond. "Brucey! C'mere, boy! Come on, pretty baby!"