revmeup | call me out

[ Harley coos sympathetically and nods along. ]

Ah. Team Jacob.

[ She hands him the drink, after wiping her lipstick off the rim. Hey, she had to do quality control. That's real friendship. ]

Here, hold this. Makes you look like you have money.

[ He sighs again.]

Werewolves are so much lamer than any vampire. I mean, look at Christopher Lee or Bela Lugosi.

[ he takes the drink. Looking it over, but not questioning why she drank from it. It's not poisoned or drugged if she drank from it. She's a fantastic friend.]

But, I don't have money, Harley. That's kinda cheating, even for a one night stand?

You think so? I'd rather fuck a werewolf than a vampire if I had to pick. Sure vampires get all the glamour, but think about the body temperature! Ick.

[ She rolls her eyes a little and pats his hand. ]

It is not cheating. You're never gonna see these people again. Let her tell her friends about banging some mysterious rich playboy. What do you think about pink miniskirt over there?

I overheat at night enough as it is, at least a vampire will be free air conditioning. Though, point to werewolf would be I bet their mad good cuddlers.

[ he offered back to her, taking a drink from the glass and looking over at the pink mini skirt.]

Fair point, I guess. And I can never pull off that Bruce Wayne level of mystery. And she's cute, but way outta my league.

I noticed something when you talked to blue crop top.

[ Harley leans in close and wraps one arm around him, so to anyone looking they are doing some intense flirting. ]

Pink miniskirt is only checking out guys who are already with someone. So I'm gonna step away for a while and I bet you ten bucks she comes over while I'm gone.

Yeah?

[ He asked, listening with a bit of a flush at how close she'd leaned in. Actively trying to not look down her top. ]

Dude? What? Are you sure about that... [ After a second, he nodded, taking another drink. ] Fine, I guess. I can take that bet. But if this fails, can we just find something else to do? My ego can only take so much in a night.

You want to give up after only talking to two people? [ She frowns and finishes her drink. ]

Okay, alright. Your call. I'll go to the bathroom and book a nice room so if you pull it off you'll have somewhere to take her. And if it doesn't go anywhere we can crash there tonight and you can show me a Trek War. Deal?

[ He shrugged his shoulders some. Not really wanting to explain why but, at least, she didn't argue it. ]

Yeah, that's cool, I guess. But one day you're going to learn the names right. You're the best Harley.

[ He waited a second before turning back towards the bar to wait and see how this would go. Ordering a second drink since this one was mostly empty. Another of the same.]

[ She leaves with another kiss to bait the trap and makes sure she passes Pink Miniskirt on her way to the bathroom. She pretends to be on her phone, complaining that Gary's expensive gifts are just sooooo overwhelming and his dick is just tooooo good.

Pink Miniskirt does a terrible job of pretending like she isn't listening in, so Harley is at least confident she'll win ten bucks. ]

[ Harley all but laid out the red carpet for Gary, all he had to do was pretend to be the guy he is at work. Which is so much easier with a mask that covers most of his face.

She was getting that ten bucks, pink skirt, didn't even wait that long before she was making her way to the bar. Gary hadn't even wiped the lipstick marks off his cheek yet by the time she arrived, slipping into Harley's show.

The arms were nice, his face a little chubby, but she could work with this. As long as she could get him somewhere quiet before his girl came back. The conversation starts off light, hitting a couple snags along the way. Such as her asking what he did for a living, and this putz answering honestly. Though, saying he's a henchman when he's a level 10 number 2 at this point, was kind of stupid. But he was stuck in his ways.

Pink skirt kept looking back like she was waiting on something, but she let him buy her a drink while he was officially working on his second. Her hand rested on one of those uncovered arms of his.

Things seemed to be going positive for a little while. Even if, it might have seemed suspicious that Harley was still missing. As he talked with her, he missed a few clues and hints that she was trying to send his way. Eventually she signed, muttering thanks for the drink, and walked off on him mid-sentence.

It was time for a third drink now that he was embarrassed again.]

Edited 2023-09-05 01:51 (UTC)

[ Harley booked a decent suite at a nice hotel on a stolen credit card and texted the reservation details to him, just in case Pink Miniskirt moved fast. Then she just hung out in the bathroom for a while to kill time. Played a few games on her phone. Became besties with a couple of drunk girls at the sink.

When she figured enough time had passed she poked her head out all ready to give Gary a big thumbs up and sneak away, but he was alone. The fuck? ]

She probably sucks anyway. I bet she thinks voting in local elections is a waste of time.

[ Hopefully drunk besties were fun at least. More fun than someone was having with his small pity party. He still hadn't figured out what he did wrong, but it would be fine. Gary knew he'd not try a third time like he had told Harley, one more rejection, and he'd want to just get on the train and go home to play Call of Duty or something.

Looking up when she spoke, his green eyes meeting her. That kind of kicked puppy look for a second or so. A half-hearted smile forced up. ]

Probably, or I do. Who knows, I definitely struck out though. Thanks anyway, Harley. Seriously.

[ Harley linked their arms together and leaned against his shoulder. ]

Whatever, fuck 'em! You're already with the hottest girl here. Let's have a couple more drinks and then we can grab takeout on the way to the hotel. I'll watch whatever nerd stuff you want. Promise.

[ He leaned a little closer to rest his head on her a moment. He just needed a second to shove the bad feelings down. It's probably fine.]

You know what, you're totally right, Harley. And, I like the sound of that.

[ His mind already wandering on what to show her, maybe Rogue One since it could be stand-alone. ]

Mexican or Chinese for take out? [ The question asked as he motioned the bar tender to them. At least going to a hotel, he'd not wake up hung over with any more tattoos, or anything too bad having happened. ]

[ "At least going to a hotel, he'd not wake up hung over with any more tattoos, or anything too bad having happened." Ha. Ha ha.

Anyway.

Harley spends the rest of their time at the bar hanging all over him and really playing up what those other ladies missed out on. Once she's a couple more drinks deep she sees Pink Miniskirt head to the bathroom and excuses herself. Less than five minutes later she comes running out, blood on her knuckles, and throws a fistful of bills at the bartender. ]

Time to go!

[ He would learn, oh how he would learn.

For now though, he would trust his incorrect thoughts. Having Harley hanging off him and playing it up did improve his mood. He waved a hand when she excused herself, not thinking much of it until she tossed down the money, and he was on his feet following her. ]

Harley? What happened?

[ he sees that blood, but followed at her pace.]

[ Harley didn't answer until she was confident they were far enough away that nobody was going to come after them. She glanced down at her bleeding knuckles and wiped it on her pants. ]

Just girl stuff. Gave someone a tampon. Hey, look, we can pick up some beers at that convenience store!

[ And this fool buys it. He knows so little about that kind of stuff. ]

Oh! okay. Cool. [ Nope. Not asking anything else about that one. ] That sounds cool, gonna let me pay this time?

Yeah, okay, you can get the beer. Oooh, we should get snacks too! Can we get snacks?

Dude, do I look like I would say no to snacks? Just grab me a bag of spicy Cheetos and I'll cover what we get.

[ Look, he even waited for her to go in first, since it's an automatic door.]

[ Harley wandered the aisles and picked up anything that look like it might be a good beer snack, then met him back at the counter. ]

Should we get room service at the hotel or do you think this'll be enough?

[ Gary had at least gotten a semi decent case of beer. Instead of whatever was cheapest. Paying once everything was run, he looked back to her. ]

This should be okay, if not we can order something there, or I can run out. Not like I don't do 3am 7/11 trips often enough.

[ He admitted, as he gathered the bags and the beer up to carry.]

Where is this hotel, anyway?

It's close! I didn't want to make you have to miss a window of opportunity because you had to wait on a cab, so I made sure to find one in walking distance. It's like two blocks from here.

[ Harley takes half the bags from him and loops their arms together. ]

Forward march!

Dude, you think of everything. Sorry I messed up the plan, but we'll have fun anyway.

[ He tried to promise, letting her take half the bags as they walked together arm in arm. ]

Yes, Boss! [ A playful tone there. He had too. One doesn't get a hench4life tattoo without being good at following orders. ]

You didn't mess anything up. I picked the wrong girls. Next time I'll wingman at a convention. Some of those nerds have got to be DTF.

[ By the time they get to the hotel, they're giggling and stumbling into each other. The staff are professional enough not to raise an eyebrow at a couple checking in for only one night with no luggage. As soon as they get into the room Harley cracks open a beer and starts to change into the complimentary robe. She picked her outfit to look good, not to be comfy for a Netflix and chill night. ]

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Got a better idea, sorry for the edit!

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Harley is the bestest ever.

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