ridetheharley

[ It's slightly reassuring to hear that the water right near the beach isn't (necessarily?) full of fish cum, but only slightly. Jesse still looks horrified and slightly panicked, and Harley's spittake doesn't help, and neither does the way the person she'd sprayed soda all over turns to glare daggers at him. Jesse's eyes open wide in dismay and alarm. ]

Oh shit - sorry man -

[ Apologies can only go so far, though. The guy doesn't look any less angry, and Jesse barely has time to grab his own drink and a couple boxes of candy before he and Harley are dashing up the aisle and back outside. ]

Shit - oh fuck -

[ Harley may be laughing, but Jesse's still caught up in wild-eyed panic, looking back behind them every few seconds. ]

Fuck, Harley, that dude's gonna kill us!

[ It is kinda funny, though. Or at least, the way Harley's still giggling her ass off is funny. Jesse starts to relax, shoulders slumping in releif as a smile starts to spread across his face, and then he's laughing too, bending over with his hands on his knees, grinning so hard it hurts. ]

Oh man...I can't believe we're never gonna find out how mermaids fuck...