MOVED

Well, so far so good. Based upon Harley’s facial reaction and verbal response, he clearly passed the test. Well, what he felt was a test in his own mind. So he’d have to pay for drinks? Perfect. Looks like he’d be getting large cups for the two of them. “Sounds awesome to me! We have a deal. Looks like we’re both getting large cups. Whatcha’ in the mood for? I gotta’ say, I’m torn between my classic favorite Dr. Pepper or my newfound favorite, Mountain Dew Baja Blast. Thank god we’re going to back to someone’s hotel or house or apartment. Whichever it may be. The drinks are bound to make someone need to take frequent wizz breaks. Already calling it now, it probably might be me”. Trying to throw in a possible joke or something to at least improve the comedy of his gradual incline to a more relaxed personality, Owen gladly accepted the handshake from Harley and implemented a generous, yet comfortable firmness to it. Letting her hand go soon after. “This is fun. Harley and Owen take over Downtown. Kicking ass and taking names in the name of culinary deliciousness. Hoorah”.

     “Oh no, I can literally guarantee you it will be me”, Harley confessed out to Owen, commenting on the notion of frequent bathroom breaks. With the amount of alcohol she had consumed at the party before--and the fact that she’s already just slightly bouncing at her heels--she knew she was going ot have break eventually. "I might even have to go at the pizza parlour. So yes. Let’s get your car and go take over the world”, she continued on to speak, looping her arm around one of his in order to pull him out of the gala. To say that she had been excited about the moment had been an understatement. Anything she could do to be able to be free had been far too sparse in opportunities for her recently and she would be lapping it up in every single detail she could. “And I’m a cherry vanilla coke kinda gal. Just in case they have that option.”

The brunette’s laugh was contagious and she couldn’t help but chuckle right along with her. Though quiet and breathy as it was, the gentle throbbing of the bass covered it up until it was no more than a shaking of her slender shoulders. “Well then yea. Willy nilly are my sisters to a T.” Alicia spun her drink idly between her open palms, “It loses a bit of it’s novelty after a year or so of living with them, but sure.” She shrugged, “Most people can’t tell them apart well enough to ask, I don’t think. Everyone just assumes they’re the same person, making it almost impossible for one to be better than the other.”

     “I mean, you grew up with them, sweetheart”, Dallas let out again, bringing her drink up to her lips for another sip. Though she eyed the blonde carefully, she didn’t doubt that the other had pure intentions, actually doing so to come with her sister to check on her. It was a good thing to meet a kindred spirit. “Which one do you think is the better twin?”

Britt could tell that Harley was worried for her, and in all honesty, it was nice to know that her friend cared. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she gave Harley a weak smile, shaking her head dismissively, “Hey, c'mon. She’s not that bad, okay? She just gets…really pissed off sometimes, but she’s usually over it by the next morning. And it’s not like she’s ever hit me before – she usually takes her anger out on objects, like the wall,” she said, pointing toward the fist-sized hole in the wall was now a permanent room decoration. Looking down at Harley, Britt knew she wasn’t doing a very good job at convincing her friend that she was safe here. Her shoulders slumped a bit, the smile still remaining on her face, “My lease is up in a couple of months. If I really feel like I’m in danger, then I’ll just move,” she promised. With a nod, Britt answered Harleys’ question, “Yep, that I do. And that’s a good idea – see, you’re clearly the smart one in this duo,” she said playfully, trying to lighten up the mood, “C'mon. Let’s go raid the kitchen.” With that, she was getting up, heading out into the war zone. “This can be fun, y'know. We haven’t had a slumber party in a while.”

    Still, Harley pressed a finger to her nose at the compliment, standing and following Britt out and jumping at the notion of having a slumber party. “Course, I haven’t had one since high school”, she confessed and let out a small laugh before grabbing most of the food that was appropriate of her to do so in the fridge. “What does one do at a slumber party again?”

    She smiled at the woman in front of her as she took her business cards in her hand. Looking at what was typed on it before she looked back up at Harley. “Well, I’ll definitely give you a call if anything Ms. Marsan.” She said as she placed the cards on her desk. “But, I’m sure Aiden won’t cause too much trouble. He’s a good kid.”

     Harley nodded, bouncing on her heels once while doing so, and started to take one test step away from her son’s teaching aide. “Great”, she started to speak, pointing down to the card at hand. “I know how testy he gets during nap time, actually. So just call if you need me. I mean, if he needs me.”

If there was one thing on Owen’s mind right now, it was food. Thank god for Harley’s willingness to want to get food seeing as he could feel his stomach start to gurgle a bit and grumble in need. Of course he had to think that if they were going to get a pizza, would it be shared tor two separate ones. If it were shared, he was curious as to what toppings she liked and if it was a separate one, he’d clearly get a small pizza all to himself. He already know what he wanted and he knew for a fact that garlic bread and cheesy bread would be an immediate sideline purchase. He had to. Even if he didn’t finish the pizza or the bread there, he’d take it tot he hotel and it would make for a great evening late-night snack or a nice breakfast and-or lunch tomorrow. His thoughts were distracted immediately when Harley rested her hand to stop his movement, pretty much asking if he was okay with her paying for the meal. Ah. Trick question. Owen had to answer this one carefully. “As much as I’m a traditionalist in the form of chivalry and proper respect to dates, I won’t stop you if that is what you prefer. But I will at least mention that I’d be more comfortable at least putting forth some money to help pay for the total”.

     Harley let out a laugh, nodding her head to show Owen that she meant no harm in her question. All she wanted to do was put forth some effort to show him that she didn’t need someone with money because she had plenty of her own. All she wanted from him was his company and conversation; but still, she agreed to letting him pay for some part of the meal in question. “Fine, you can get drinks--which would probably be the most expensive part of the meal if you just want to get take out and head to whoever’s the closest. Do we have a deal?” She even extended out her hand to seal it as a contract, brown eyes gleaming in a sort of challenge but still a bit of glee within her. She had finally almost let loose, letting the side she almost always kept in secret show only to him, and it was a whirlwind of a treat for her.

I’m like a small town kind of girl […] I don’t really see myself in the public eye and I don’t really want to be. I just want to do good work.

    “The meeting part would be nice.”, cassandrea stated, checking the girl bottom top, taking a look at the room’s details right after. “I mean, kind of, since it’s half a meeting and a legal case, you know. You do, right?”

     “I can handle both for you real easily”, Darcie let out, pointing as she took a few steps back towards her desk in the room. Her head did quip back, taking in the other with a soft smile before she sat down. “Now, what are the services that you most like to acquire?”