revmeup | call me out

[ 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?

I don't have any 'goodies' on me for party crashing.

[ He's a former assassin, but still keeps a few toys for special occasions. ]

Sweetie! What's mine is yours.

[ She sashays over to the kitchen and opens her weapons cupboard. What else is a person who doesn't cook supposed to keep up there anyway? ]

[ He laughs at that, but lightly shakes his head. ]

Thanks for the offer, doll. But you're not the only one who customizes her goodies. My car isn't that far away. It won't take but a couple of minutes. Especially if we take my shortcut.

[ He holds out a hand to her as he intends on teleporting over to his car. ]

[ She grins and practically skips back across the room to grab his hand. Her fingers slide between his so easily now, palm to palm, warm and familiar. She presses a kiss to his cheek and leaves a vivid red smudge against his skin. ]

Let's go!

[ Instinctively he gives her hand a squeeze as his other arm wraps around her waist. ]

Okay.

[ He chuckles as he teleports them over to his car that he conveniently parked in nearby parking garage. He takes the opportunity to press a quick kiss to her lips, before letting her go so he can open the trunk of his car.

Since he's taken over maintaining this car that use to belong to his father. He's added a couple of things in the trunk, so he can have some semblance of privacy. He shrugs off his jacket and puts on a holster. Placing one of his favorite handguns into it. No doubt his brothers would lose their mind to know he had any weapons, let alone guns.

After a couple of minutes, he puts his jacket back on and picks up a small shotgun, before shutting the trunk again. ]

Should we take the car to the party or should we take my shortcut?

[ When he finishes getting geared up, he'll catch her watching him with an expression of ... Well ... Raw, unfettered adoration. She'd rather die than be the first to say the L-word again, like always, but. Once Harley decides to go in, she goes all in.

The expression is gone the second he catches it. Hidden behind a mask of general good cheer and chaotic energy. ]

Take the car and park a few blocks away. You'll need your energy.

[ Though he catches the expression on her face, he doesn't say anything about it. He'd rather keep to the topic at hand. He nods at her advice. ]

Alright then, sweetheart. Hop in and we'll get going.

[ He tells her as he goes to get into the driver's side. He tucks the shotgun to the side as he gets in the car and waits for her to join him. ]

No doors held for special birthday girls, apparently.

[ She rolls her eyes with a little smile and slides into the front seat. She leans over the center console for another kiss. ]

[ He rolls his eyes at her comment over him not opening her door. ]

I'll open your door when reach the party.

[ He adds with an amused smile, leaning over to give her that kiss she's wanting. ]

You still have that address up on your phone?

[ He asks as he wants to be sure he takes them to the right place. ]

I know where it is.

[ As if there's a shitty crime bar in this city she doesn't know. She reaches over and rests a hand on his leg without thinking about it. Boyfriend in reach, then she's gonna touch. That's the rule. ]

Take the south exit and turn right.

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