revmeup | call me out

Just ... good. To me.

[ She cradles the mace to her chest as tenderly as if it were a teddy bear and leans into him. ]

I like it very much.

Because I like you and want to do nice things for you.

[ He admits with a smile, a feeling of warmth blooming in his chest over the genuine happiness he can see on her face. ]

I had a feeling that you'd really like that rose mace, the moment I saw it at the Smith's place. You'll have to let me know how the guns handle. The guy told me if you have any issues with them to let him know and he'd be sure to fix them free of charge.

[ She kisses his cheek and just ... enjoys the moment for what it is. He could have done nothing at all and she wouldn't have given it a second thought but he did. He likes her. She's really starting to believe that. ]

Can we go break shit?

[ He chuckles because he just knew that question was coming. He can't give her toys and no way to test them out. ]

Yeah, but let's stick to the small fries. I don't want to draw more attention than necessary.

[ She squeals in delight and hops up to get changed. She pauses before stepping out of the room to look back at him with a soft kind of fondness. ]

You know, a girl could really fall for you, Five.

[ There's that bloom of warmth in his chest again. Instinctively he smiles, even as he's hit with a sudden shyness. ]

You trying to butter me up?

[ He jokes playfully, trying to cover for that shyness that surfaced. ]

[ She laughs and leans against the wall. She doesn't notice a shift in his demeanor. ]

Would that get me more presents?

Not if you tell me that's the goal.

[ He quips with a chuckle. ]

Are you still changing your clothes, so we can go break things?

Gimme a minute! This outfit is a process, okay?

[ Leather pants and a bulletproof bustier can't be rushed. ]

Alright, I got time.

[ He's definitely not trying to rush her. He was just trying to get out of the awkward feelings that were cropping up. ]

[ She's gone for a few more minutes squeezing herself into one of her more practical outfits, which really showed just how little she cared for practicality. Long leather pants would keep her from getting scuffed knees and the glittery bustier was only really helpful if someone shot directly at her tits, but it was more care than she usually gave her physical safety. She comes back carrying a sturdy pair of shit-kicker boots and plops on the couch to lace them up. ]

[ Of course, there she goes, being all hot and stuff. So much for not drawing too much attention to themselves. He has to chuckle because clearly Harley takes play time seriously. ]

Now I'm feeling underdressed.

[ Says the guy in the custom tailored suit. ]

[ She's still leaning over tying up her boots and laughs at him over her shoulder. ]

Yeah? We're probably close to the same size. I got some outfits you could borrow.

Pretty sure, I wouldn't look even remotely as good as you in leather bustiers.

[ She laughs again and pats his chest. ]

Aw, don't be so down on yourself, baby. You can always stuff your bra.

[ That makes him laugh as he lightly bumps his shoulder against hers. ]

It would take a lot of stuffing for me to fill out a bra. I'll stick to what I know. Are you okay with being seen with a guy who doesn't dress as colorful as you?

[ She sighs dramatically and rolls her eyes at him. ]

I suppose I'll make it through somehow!

[ She smiles and her eyes light up at an idea. ]

Actually, hold on- [ She disappears again and comes back a moment later with a red leather jacket. ] Here, try this on.

[ He lifts an eyebrow at the jacket she wants him to try on. ]

Eh, red leather isn't really my style.

[ He shakes his head because he doesn't want to give ideas that she can dressing him up. He prefers to stay in his comfort zone. ]

Boring.

[ She clicks her tongue and tosses the jacket on the couch. ]

Come on, you stuffed suit. Let's go.

Well you knew that before you decided to date me.

[ He retorts with that smart ass twinkle in his eyes. Though he gestures for her to lead the way, since she's the birthday girl. ]

Yeah, yeah. So who should we pick a fight with?

[ He asks because there's always some small fry thinking they can run things and any of them can be easy pickings for him and Harley. Even on their worse days. ]

Hmmm! [ She hums to herself, eventually turning into a little tune, as she loads the guns and settles into her favorite shoulder holster. She doesn't expect to need them but, hey, you never know. ] Human traffickers?

While not a bad choice, do you have any leads to where we can find some of these assholes?

[ He knows enough to know that they do tend to hide like insects. ]

Though we could have some fun, kicking the hornets nest in trying to find those assholes.

Mmm-hm! Some friends have been keeping an eye on it.

[ She bounces on toes, doing an excited little shimmy as she checks some things on her phone. ]

And I happen to know someone who happens to know a name, and someone else who happens to be very good at cyberstalking. [ She turns her phone around to show him a social media feed. ] The top recruiter's right hand man posted they're partying at the Busted Ball tonight.

[ He looks a the screen of her phone and lets out a small laugh. ]

So we're party crashing then?

[ He asks with a raised eyebrow as they both know there's no place that can really keep him out. ]

If so, then I need to grab of couple of things out of the trunk of my car.

[ She tucks the phone in her back pocket and raises a curious brow. ]

What things?

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