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totalwildcard) wrote2024-10-15 02:53 am
totalwildcard) wrote2024-10-15 02:53 am
Somewhere on the Mainland; Tuesday Evening
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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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.
(NFB and for the one gently modded)
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It didn't budge.
"I glued it on!"
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"See! We can't knock it over anymore! How convenient is that?"
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"Sounds like a challenge," Marc said. Though he was aware that depending on how strong the glue was, there might not be a way to do it without actually breaking the furniture.
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"Depends on the challenge," Marc said. While looking at her.
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Her, obviously.
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"Damn right," she said. Leaning her face closer to his for absolutely no reason at all. "There's a challenge for ya, sweetie."
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"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Whatcha gonna do with that?"
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"What's this, we dancin'?"
She looked much too pleased with herself for that one.
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And what was Harley supposed to do with his weight, except try and take him with her as ahe flopped backwards onto the bed?
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Gravity, schmavity, she drew him down to meet her for a kiss. Warm and heated and yeah, they were probably going to be at things here for a while. For the glory of the sign!
And maybe whatever the fuck it was that they'd hashed out between themselves, earlier.
Like.