[ 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: 2022-09-22 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.