"I mean I'd hope for at least a hot five minutes, but you know, I'll take what I can get." Her smirk widens; with a squeeze of his knee, Harley settles back into her seat, throwing the car into gear to peel around and back into the road.
"Ooh! Fun!" Jack gets an approving look, the wind picking up around them as their speed increases. "Maybe we'll get real lucky, and he'll have friends. Been awhile since I had a good old-fashioned brawl. I can do the sweet, innocent, bait thing, easy as lying. Who're you going to be? My jealous boyfriend?" Her lip catches between her teeth. "Or just the monster lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce?"
Then he asks the question, and Harley's face falls into a grumpy pout. "Crap. I was kind of hoping you'd forgotten." She wrinkles her nose as she down-shifts, pulling into the opposite-direction lane to pass someone doing a mere ten miles over the speed limit. "I- it's-" There's a growling noise in the back of her throat.
Because it's stupid. It's embarrassing, even just on the surface. Under that is fury, and under that... might actually be some genuine hurt. And who the hell else can Harley talk to about it? Who else is she even moderately close to that is enough like her that he'd probably just get it?
"...Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. Anyone. I know it's stupid- but I don't know, there's people here- one or two I can think of- that'd I'd rather not find out." One hand comes off the steering wheel, and Harley holds up her pinky in Jack's direction. "Pinky swear?"
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"Ooh! Fun!" Jack gets an approving look, the wind picking up around them as their speed increases. "Maybe we'll get real lucky, and he'll have friends. Been awhile since I had a good old-fashioned brawl. I can do the sweet, innocent, bait thing, easy as lying. Who're you going to be? My jealous boyfriend?" Her lip catches between her teeth. "Or just the monster lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce?"
Then he asks the question, and Harley's face falls into a grumpy pout. "Crap. I was kind of hoping you'd forgotten." She wrinkles her nose as she down-shifts, pulling into the opposite-direction lane to pass someone doing a mere ten miles over the speed limit. "I- it's-" There's a growling noise in the back of her throat.
Because it's stupid. It's embarrassing, even just on the surface. Under that is fury, and under that... might actually be some genuine hurt. And who the hell else can Harley talk to about it? Who else is she even moderately close to that is enough like her that he'd probably just get it?
"...Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. Anyone. I know it's stupid- but I don't know, there's people here- one or two I can think of- that'd I'd rather not find out." One hand comes off the steering wheel, and Harley holds up her pinky in Jack's direction. "Pinky swear?"