[ Because, yeah, those and a top hat are all she's donning and her clothes are all the way over there. Over there being across the room, but Harley's dramatic. Sue her. ]
[ After...whatever night he and Harley had had? A night that, if he's being honest with himself, he barely remembers beyond vague impressions? Yeah. Everything's getting washed. ]
[ Insert a mirror-selfie here. She's looking over her shoulder into the mirror, phone aimed to take the picture showcasing her derriere. She's still wearing the top hat and boxers and yeah, nothing else. She has her mouth open, tongue hanging out and is flipping the bird with her free hand because she's classy like that. ]
ooh. i happen to know a guy who makes the best breakfast sandwich you've ever tasted. seriously. it should be a crime. but it's, like, a bodega-type place idk if you're aiming for a sit-down breakfast. in that case, like, waffle house or denny's might be your best bet. or there's this bomb old-fashioned diner downtown.
[ He hadn't really expected her to deliver, and Jesse actually laughs in delighted disbelief, staring at his phone (and maybe zooming in a little, don't judge him). She's right, she does look good, though he thinks that probably has less to do with the boxers than it does dat ass. ]
dunno
still think it might look better without em
[ But apparently he'd said the magic word. Jesse's eyebrows shoot up as he stares at his phone. Denny's is fine and all, but not exactly special. And picking up a breakfast sandwich to go? As good as it sounds, he'd rather have a little more of an excuse to sit down with her for a while. ]
diner sounds real good. need me some coffee, yknow?
oh, good. marge brews a mean pot. she'll like you.
[ Jesse's the type of guy that Marge could crumble up and eat on top of her breakfast cereal. But she's a real softy for good guys and is always trying to hook Harley up with The One. She'll like him, if not be a little bit overbearing and obnoxious, but that's all part of the atmosphere. ]
gimme an hour and i'll meet you there?
[ She texts the address quickly, before Jesse has a chance to question where exactly it is they're supposed to meet. ]
[ Hmm. Jesse wonders what that means, but the promise of good, strong coffee - and of seeing Harley again - overrides all else. He glances at the address, frowning faintly in thought as he tries to recognize the street name. ]
sounds good
[ It's not too far, from the looks of it. An hour should give him plenty of time to get cleaned up and get over there. He even makes a little bit of an effort. At least, his shirt and hoodie don't clash too horribly, and he doublechecks that they're clean before heading out. Not that Harley had seemed to mind what he was wearing the night before.
She's already there in a booth when he enters the diner and glances around, and Jesse heads over to slide in across from her, flashing her an almost-shy smile. It's a little weird, seeing her like this in the light of day. He doesn't usually follow up on hookups - no shade, but that kind of committment has never really been his thing. He'd wanted to see Harley again, though. And not just to get his boxers back. ]
[ Harley's used to the whole one-night stand routine but she's also oddly at ease with the prospects of seeing a hook up again after the fact. She's anything but shy, and her outfit alone probably speaks volumes to that fact. She's pretty impossible to miss, and she perks up when Jesse slides into the booth across from her. ]
Hey yourself. Nothin' a little coffee and greasy diner food can't fix.
[ The hangover's the least of her concerns right now. Particularly because she's been walking around with only one shoe on in the hopes that she might retrace her steps from the previous night and find it. Harley's wondeful sense of logic, everyone. ]
I misplaced one of my favorite boots, though, so that's a bummer.
[ His own head's not feeling too bad, miraculously, but he'll never say no to greasy diner food. Especially not in such good company. Harley's wearing an outfit that's, if anything, maybe even wilder than the one she'd had on last night. He has to study her for a second, just trying to figure it out. ]
I like your, uh, sleeves.
[ Or whatever they are. When she mentions her missing boot, though, he frowns, immediately ducking his head down under the table to look. There's no reason for her to still just be wearing the other one, instead of swapping to another pair like a reasonable person, but looking is Jesse's first instinct and it seems totally natural that yup, she's just wearing the one boot. ]
For real? Shit, that sucks!
[ He straightens up, leaning forward a little, a look of genuine concern and sadness on his face. ]
Yo, maybe I could help you look for it. It's gotta be somewhere, right?
[ Harley speaks and smiles brightly, shimmying her shoulders a little to make the sleeves rustle and shimmer. ]
This jacket's made of 100% recycled or like, reclaimed materials so. Go environment, right? Doin' my part to fight global warming and all that.
[ Harley shrugs her shoulders. Hey; she isn't all villain, after all. She prefers anti-hero, tyvm. Harley snorts a little, thoroughly amused that Jesse actually lowers himself to look under the table. She wiggles her sequinned sock-clad toes at him when he looks to see if she's only wearing one boot (which she very much is). That's just how Harley rolls. It speaks volumes about her flying-by-the-seat-of-her-pants type attitude that she always carries. Somehow she gets away with it, and maybe even makes it look good. She perks up when Jesse asks if he can help her look for her boot. Having a partner sounds like much more fun than looking for it alone. It helps that Jesse's actually pretty cute, even the morning after a buttload of drinks. That says something. ]
Yeah! After breakfast? Gotta get some fuel in me.
[ Harley rubs her stomach and, as if on cue, a waitress stops by. She appears to have a gruff exterior. She looks as if she's worked here since dinosaurs roamed the Earth. The Types of people who look like they pried themselves out of the very walls to serve you; like the crew wh have become part of Davy Jones' ship in that Pirates of the Caribbean film. Like she's been there forever. You'd imagine she'd had a cigarette hanging from her lips in times past when smoking was allowed, even for staff. She asks what they want to drink. ]
I think we could both use some of your famous coffee. I'll take an OJ too. And I'll have the pancakes with a side of bacon.
[ She figures Jesse's had enough time to figure out what he wants. Most diners have the same offerings for breakfast, anyway. ]
[ Jesse worries about global warming approximately never, so his enthusiasm is vague, but sincere. Go environment, sure. Save the whales and all that. It only makes his opinion of Harley tick up that much more, though. Not only is she fun and interesting and unique, she clearly thinks about the planet and other people while she's at it.
His enthusiasm for breakfast is a lot less vague. He nods eagerly when she suggests waiting until after food to go find her shoe, offering the rough-looking waitress a cautious smile. ]
Uh, yeah. Two of all that. Sounds great.
[ He'd pretty much eat anything put in front of him, honestly, so he's more than content to follow Harley's lead. The waitress grunts in something that may have been acknowledgement or disapproval, her gaze lingering on Jesse for a moment in what's almost definitely judgement, and disappears back towards the kitchen, leaving Jesse watching after her, slightly nervous, before glancing askance back at Harley. ]
Yo, she's not like, gonna murder me in an alley or somethin', is she?
[ She says that in a playful tone, not entirely serious, but afterwards she blinks her thick eyelashes at him and props her chin up on two fists, putting on an almost coy smile. ]
I don't know, Jesse, are you a heartbreaker?
[ She's just playing, of course, but she lets Jesse sweat a little before she falls out into giggles, clapping her hands a couple of times between her laughter. ]
She's harmless, mostly.
[ OF course, if she told Flo about something someone did to her, they might as well sign a death certificate. Flo's the mom to a brood of boys, one bigger than the other and even if that weren't the case, she's the tough-as-nails Italian nonna Harley's never had. They grew close with how often Harley visited; now she's looked at as another kid under her wing. ]
You're fine. She just looks out for me. We got eggs and hashbrowns...she totally likes you.
[ Harley encourages and it's not long before they both get glasses of ice water alongside their mugs of coffee--best in the neighborhood, just like Harley promised. A little later, the food arrives with maple syrup and butter on the side, toast, a side of scrambled eggs, pancakes, and bacon all cooked to perfection. There's even a heaping plate of hashbrowns they didn't ask for. ]
I dip my bacon in syrup; don't judge.
[ Not that she thought of Jesse as the judgmental type to begin with. If she had, he wouldn't be sitting across from her in the first place. Not willingly, anyway. She's just playing, of course, but she lets Jesse sweat a little before she falls out into giggles, clapping her hands a couple of times between her laughter. ]
[ For a moment, Jesse looks like nothing so much as a deer in the headlights, freezing and staring at Harley with wide, alarmed eyes. He definitely isn't setting out to break anyone's heart, and certainly not hers - he's a soft enough touch that he always feels like shit if things don't work off and he ends up having to break things off, however gently, especially if the girl he's trying to let down easy turns on the waterworks. Still, it's a lot for the morning after a new hookup, especially when breakfast hasn't even been served yet.
Luckily, it's only a few seconds of torture before Harley starts laughing, and Jesse relaxes (slightly), shaking his head and glancing bashfully down at the empty table. One thing's for sure, he's not taking any chances crossing Flo. ]
Ha, ha...
[ It's a little weak, as responses go, but he can't help glancing up at Harley with an affectionate smile, despite his sudden nerves. And by the time their coffee and food arrives, he's fully prepared to focus on breakfast again. The coffee's as good as Harley had promised, nice and strong, but it's the plates piled high with food that has Jesse's eyes going wide again, in wonder this time. ]
Holy shit...
[ It all looks amazing, and Jesse doesn't bat an eye when Harley picks up a piece of bacon and dips it in a pool of syrup on her plate. Instead, he grins, immediately picking up a piece of his own bacon to follow suit. ]
Oh man...that tastes fuckin' awesome.
[ Seriously, how has he never tried that before? The piece of bacon's gone in two more bites and Jesse digs into his pancakes, shooting Harley another grin. ]
This place kicks ass. Way better than Waffle House.
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Date: 2022-09-17 05:14 am (UTC)are these ur lucky boxers or something?
hold on wait a minute.
do u have lucky boxers?
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Date: 2022-09-17 05:30 am (UTC)seriously though
i need those
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Date: 2022-09-17 05:34 am (UTC)because...
[ Because, yeah, those and a top hat are all she's donning and her clothes are all the way over there. Over there being across the room, but Harley's dramatic. Sue her. ]
Because.
You gonna fite me for 'em?
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Date: 2022-09-17 07:57 am (UTC)well
id probably wash em first
[ After...whatever night he and Harley had had? A night that, if he's being honest with himself, he barely remembers beyond vague impressions? Yeah. Everything's getting washed. ]
because why
you got plans?
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Date: 2022-09-17 02:43 pm (UTC)yes
i have a date
[ And then a minute later because she's an asshole. ]
with my sofa
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Date: 2022-09-17 04:40 pm (UTC)[ A date? His heart stops for a second, and then restarts. ]
well dont let me stand in the way of true love
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Date: 2022-09-17 09:34 pm (UTC)idk. she's giving me stage-five clinger vibes. i think we're gonna have to see other people.
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Date: 2022-09-17 09:49 pm (UTC)wow red flag right there
gotta keep things light, right
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Date: 2022-09-17 11:16 pm (UTC)maybe if someone gave me a reason to get off the couch i wouldn't be having this issue.
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Date: 2022-09-17 11:29 pm (UTC)a reason huh
how bout breakfast
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Date: 2022-09-17 11:46 pm (UTC)ooh. i happen to know a guy who makes the best breakfast sandwich you've ever tasted. seriously. it should be a crime. but it's, like, a bodega-type place idk if you're aiming for a sit-down breakfast. in that case, like, waffle house or denny's might be your best bet. or there's this bomb old-fashioned diner downtown.
[ She likes her breakfast, apparently. ]
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Date: 2022-09-18 02:40 am (UTC)dunno
still think it might look better without em
[ But apparently he'd said the magic word. Jesse's eyebrows shoot up as he stares at his phone. Denny's is fine and all, but not exactly special. And picking up a breakfast sandwich to go? As good as it sounds, he'd rather have a little more of an excuse to sit down with her for a while. ]
diner sounds real good. need me some coffee, yknow?
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Date: 2022-09-18 04:02 am (UTC)[ Jesse's the type of guy that Marge could crumble up and eat on top of her breakfast cereal. But she's a real softy for good guys and is always trying to hook Harley up with The One. She'll like him, if not be a little bit overbearing and obnoxious, but that's all part of the atmosphere. ]
gimme an hour and i'll meet you there?
[ She texts the address quickly, before Jesse has a chance to question where exactly it is they're supposed to meet. ]
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Date: 2022-09-18 05:21 am (UTC)sounds good
[ It's not too far, from the looks of it. An hour should give him plenty of time to get cleaned up and get over there. He even makes a little bit of an effort. At least, his shirt and hoodie don't clash too horribly, and he doublechecks that they're clean before heading out. Not that Harley had seemed to mind what he was wearing the night before.
She's already there in a booth when he enters the diner and glances around, and Jesse heads over to slide in across from her, flashing her an almost-shy smile. It's a little weird, seeing her like this in the light of day. He doesn't usually follow up on hookups - no shade, but that kind of committment has never really been his thing. He'd wanted to see Harley again, though. And not just to get his boxers back. ]
Hey.
How's the hangover?
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Date: 2022-09-18 04:27 pm (UTC)Hey yourself. Nothin' a little coffee and greasy diner food can't fix.
[ The hangover's the least of her concerns right now. Particularly because she's been walking around with only one shoe on in the hopes that she might retrace her steps from the previous night and find it. Harley's wondeful sense of logic, everyone. ]
I misplaced one of my favorite boots, though, so that's a bummer.
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Date: 2022-09-22 05:16 am (UTC)[ His own head's not feeling too bad, miraculously, but he'll never say no to greasy diner food. Especially not in such good company. Harley's wearing an outfit that's, if anything, maybe even wilder than the one she'd had on last night. He has to study her for a second, just trying to figure it out. ]
I like your, uh, sleeves.
[ Or whatever they are. When she mentions her missing boot, though, he frowns, immediately ducking his head down under the table to look. There's no reason for her to still just be wearing the other one, instead of swapping to another pair like a reasonable person, but looking is Jesse's first instinct and it seems totally natural that yup, she's just wearing the one boot. ]
For real? Shit, that sucks!
[ He straightens up, leaning forward a little, a look of genuine concern and sadness on his face. ]
Yo, maybe I could help you look for it. It's gotta be somewhere, right?
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Date: 2022-10-11 01:20 am (UTC)[ Harley speaks and smiles brightly, shimmying her shoulders a little to make the sleeves rustle and shimmer. ]
This jacket's made of 100% recycled or like, reclaimed materials so. Go environment, right? Doin' my part to fight global warming and all that.
[ Harley shrugs her shoulders. Hey; she isn't all villain, after all. She prefers anti-hero, tyvm. Harley snorts a little, thoroughly amused that Jesse actually lowers himself to look under the table. She wiggles her sequinned sock-clad toes at him when he looks to see if she's only wearing one boot (which she very much is). That's just how Harley rolls. It speaks volumes about her flying-by-the-seat-of-her-pants type attitude that she always carries. Somehow she gets away with it, and maybe even makes it look good. She perks up when Jesse asks if he can help her look for her boot. Having a partner sounds like much more fun than looking for it alone. It helps that Jesse's actually pretty cute, even the morning after a buttload of drinks. That says something. ]
Yeah! After breakfast? Gotta get some fuel in me.
[ Harley rubs her stomach and, as if on cue, a waitress stops by. She appears to have a gruff exterior. She looks as if she's worked here since dinosaurs roamed the Earth. The Types of people who look like they pried themselves out of the very walls to serve you; like the crew wh have become part of Davy Jones' ship in that Pirates of the Caribbean film. Like she's been there forever. You'd imagine she'd had a cigarette hanging from her lips in times past when smoking was allowed, even for staff. She asks what they want to drink. ]
I think we could both use some of your famous coffee. I'll take an OJ too. And I'll have the pancakes with a side of bacon.
[ She figures Jesse's had enough time to figure out what he wants. Most diners have the same offerings for breakfast, anyway. ]
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Date: 2022-10-21 06:39 pm (UTC)[ Jesse worries about global warming approximately never, so his enthusiasm is vague, but sincere. Go environment, sure. Save the whales and all that. It only makes his opinion of Harley tick up that much more, though. Not only is she fun and interesting and unique, she clearly thinks about the planet and other people while she's at it.
His enthusiasm for breakfast is a lot less vague. He nods eagerly when she suggests waiting until after food to go find her shoe, offering the rough-looking waitress a cautious smile. ]
Uh, yeah. Two of all that. Sounds great.
[ He'd pretty much eat anything put in front of him, honestly, so he's more than content to follow Harley's lead. The waitress grunts in something that may have been acknowledgement or disapproval, her gaze lingering on Jesse for a moment in what's almost definitely judgement, and disappears back towards the kitchen, leaving Jesse watching after her, slightly nervous, before glancing askance back at Harley. ]
Yo, she's not like, gonna murder me in an alley or somethin', is she?
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Date: 2022-10-22 06:21 am (UTC)[ She says that in a playful tone, not entirely serious, but afterwards she blinks her thick eyelashes at him and props her chin up on two fists, putting on an almost coy smile. ]
I don't know, Jesse, are you a heartbreaker?
[ She's just playing, of course, but she lets Jesse sweat a little before she falls out into giggles, clapping her hands a couple of times between her laughter. ]
She's harmless, mostly.
[ OF course, if she told Flo about something someone did to her, they might as well sign a death certificate. Flo's the mom to a brood of boys, one bigger than the other and even if that weren't the case, she's the tough-as-nails Italian nonna Harley's never had. They grew close with how often Harley visited; now she's looked at as another kid under her wing. ]
You're fine. She just looks out for me. We got eggs and hashbrowns...she totally likes you.
[ Harley encourages and it's not long before they both get glasses of ice water alongside their mugs of coffee--best in the neighborhood, just like Harley promised. A little later, the food arrives with maple syrup and butter on the side, toast, a side of scrambled eggs, pancakes, and bacon all cooked to perfection. There's even a heaping plate of hashbrowns they didn't ask for. ]
I dip my bacon in syrup; don't judge.
[ Not that she thought of Jesse as the judgmental type to begin with. If she had, he wouldn't be sitting across from her in the first place. Not willingly, anyway. She's just playing, of course, but she lets Jesse sweat a little before she falls out into giggles, clapping her hands a couple of times between her laughter. ]
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Date: 2022-10-26 07:02 am (UTC)Luckily, it's only a few seconds of torture before Harley starts laughing, and Jesse relaxes (slightly), shaking his head and glancing bashfully down at the empty table. One thing's for sure, he's not taking any chances crossing Flo. ]
Ha, ha...
[ It's a little weak, as responses go, but he can't help glancing up at Harley with an affectionate smile, despite his sudden nerves. And by the time their coffee and food arrives, he's fully prepared to focus on breakfast again. The coffee's as good as Harley had promised, nice and strong, but it's the plates piled high with food that has Jesse's eyes going wide again, in wonder this time. ]
Holy shit...
[ It all looks amazing, and Jesse doesn't bat an eye when Harley picks up a piece of bacon and dips it in a pool of syrup on her plate. Instead, he grins, immediately picking up a piece of his own bacon to follow suit. ]
Oh man...that tastes fuckin' awesome.
[ Seriously, how has he never tried that before? The piece of bacon's gone in two more bites and Jesse digs into his pancakes, shooting Harley another grin. ]
This place kicks ass. Way better than Waffle House.