revmeup | call me out

[ 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. ]

[ He had responded with something, about as long as it didn't conflict with his schedules. This dweeb actually goes to panels and takes in the whole convention experience.

Moving on with Harley up to the room, he was setting up the movie rental while she was changing after he left his sneakers by the door. Cracked open a beer for himself too while waiting, instead of going with Rogue One like he had considered, he had loaded up A New Hope. Poor Harley. At least the actors are pretty, just not as pretty as the ones who come later. Carrie Fisher, aside, that woman was a goddess.

He hadn't removed anything but his shoes, and was sitting against the back of the bed, resting against one of the pillows and the headboard.]

[ The hotel was just fancy enough to provide makeup removed with the usual toiletries, so she washed her face before joining him on the bed. He had seen her with her hair down a couple of but this would be the first time he saw her bare face. She tosses the other robe at him. Comfy is MANDATORY.

The opening scroll of the movie almost took her out. She was drooped against his side and fidgeting by the time the action started, and then it was a series of obnoxious questions coming too fast for him to even properly answer before she moved on to the next thought. ]

Who made that robot? Is that other robot a trash can? Where are they? Why can't anybody shoot worth a damn? Who are those guys? Who are those guys? Do we like those guys or the first guys? Do you want to make out?

[ The last thing in the world he expected to see Harley without her makeup. Of course, she was just as pretty without it. It was just the lack of color on her face that made him blink. He offered a smile after a second before he caught the robe.

It didn't take long to get himself down to his boxers and socks, with the robe on. Once they were settled together, he draped an arm around her just to make it easier. Trying to watch, and answer... which didn't work.]

That's a spoiler, I could tell you what he's made of, but do you really want to know? [ He didn't even try to answer some of the rest. Sighing some. ] Luke, Han, and Ben are who we like for now.... wait what was that last one?

[ That distracted him from the screen a moment. He only sound a little annoyed at the questions, but he knew she'd have some, just not that fast. ]

[ She sat up to face him, letting the robe slip down her bare shoulder. She looked as casually as if she had simply offered him another beer. ]

Let's make out.

[ He looked torn a moment. Biting his lip as he considered it for a moment before asking.]

Are you sure? You'll miss part of the plot?

[ Oh there was some yelling in his head. He didn't hear 24 as often anymore but this was a moment his friend was calling him a moron.]

I already didn't read the whole novel at the start. You can catch me up on the details later.

Also, I'm naked under this robe.

You're naked?

[ that derailed any argument. And, well, she was already admitting she didn't pay attention and with 24s jerring what could he really say. ]

This won't hurt our friendship, right? You're important to me, dude.

[ He was already leaning in some, the movie could be restarted later.]

[ She stopped her own lean and looked puzzled at the question. ]

Why would it? Do you ghost people after you bang?

[ He stops when she stops. Looking a little confused, too. Then realizing he's gotta admit something that 24's bitching at him not to admit. ]

Two things, dude. One, I've never made it past 3rd base. [ Yeah, that was a little embarrassing, and he knows it's a dealbreaker for some. Maybe more so with Star Wars playing as ambiance.] two, the last person I made out with nearly cost me everything. So, I've been a little hesitant. And three, I know I didn't say three, but it needs to be said, I'd never ghost you. You're my friend.

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Harley is the bestest ever.

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