stuff us in boxes that's where you want us

cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns

"Hmm... Brunette... or anything that doesn't make you think of blonde and unobtainable." She smirked, far from innocent. "I am basically your private Yoda now.." She added with that sarcastic lilt within her voice... "Seriously, just don't overthink it." she added with a simple shrug, simply glad for the fact to be far from Sacrosanct. No one would find her here. It was like she was free, even the air smelt full freedom. Full.... Of car pollution.... But freedom! It was stretch, even she knew it. The topic soon faded, after all, the topic of exes would surely sour the mood and leave them far more bitter than carefree as they should be. They simply made their way to the room, Harley admitted to herself that it at least looked clean and maintained. On the outside anyway. Fresh paint always made things look newer. They were nearly assaulted by the eyesore that was their room when she opened the damn door. Oh god. Every fucking cliche jammed packed in one motel room. It made it feel dirty as she could hardly help but wonder just how many babies were conceived in this room... in that bed alone. Probably far too many. Harley had fortunately spared Sterling of the same imagery as the pair took in the cheesy, cliche eye assault!

She could hardly help that derisive snort at the notice of that vibrating bed. Sterling rightfully had his little meltdown which truly only amused her more than it should be. Perhaps for his reaction alone, the room blunder was completely worth it. He called her out on her dated comment and she could hardly help but flash him that devious smile. "It's a good thing I keep change. I bet you I have enough for now and tonight. You best believe I am going to be putting this to the test." She called out before reaching for her bag, rummaging through it for her wallet. Who kept change anymore? She was sure.. It was pretty much old people and her. She shook her wallet which made a clinking sound. "I told you I got you." She procured two shiny coins before abandoning her bag to find the coin slot. "Prepare yourself. I wonder if the people downstairs can hear it.. I bet that's not the only thing they can hear either.." She teased with a wide grin before placing those coins into the slot.... Nothing happened at first... Damn it was broken. "Well that's...." She spoke too soon. Her choice word was abruptly cut off by that sudden vibrating sound. Sterling had already investigated the complimentary champagne. A true laugh escaped her before... flopping onto the vibrating bed. So this... was interesting...

Sterling had managed to open the bottle with a gratifying pop. Harley began to idly speak of food delivery. The idea of being served on the beach sounded highly... rewarding.

"Of course they do.. But what if I want to be pampered... and have my greasy pizza served to me by some godly adonis?" Was it that much to ask for?? The idea of sprawling out upon that beach with a feast of food sprawled out before her... she was not going to lie, sounded kind of perfect. Harley had her fill with the slightly disappointing vibrating bed before she helped herself of that cheap booze as she offered Sterling that bottle. She was glad he hadn't held any reservations to not drinking from the glass.

After some time had passed, Harley had grown impatient with waiting. They had driven all this way to go to a beach... that is exactly what they were going to do. Harley had strut herself over with single-minded purpose toward her companion, tugging him by the arm. She was a force to be reckoned with when she had her mind made. Sterling hadn't a chance in hell to refuse her as she refused him the opportunity to be sluggish. Sterling claimed he was coming. She laughed. "Oh come on.. Don't you think that room has heard that enough?" That suggestive, iconic sarcastic humour as she rose a grow with her bag, companion and booze well within her grasp. What more did she need?

It barely took any time at all for the pair to meander their way to beach, obvious champagne bottle in tow. She had attempted to cloak the bottle with the large bag she brought. How quickly that attempt was abandoned altogether. Sterling had been right in his foretelling. There were almost too many places to grab an easy meal along that boardwalk. The scent of food threatened to even overpower the fresh humid sea air... when they were close to it. There were ice cream stands, souvenir shops and a towering Ferris wheel. She had to admit the place had its charm, well probably more so if you could rid the beach of the beached people-whales that sat out frying themselves to death. How Harley stood out amongst them with her milky complexion.

Sterling told Harley to frolic which only awarded him with a slicing glare. "Please.. I do not frolic." She scoffed. Yet she could not lie, she felt... that pull of the crashing waves. Enticing and flirtatious as if it promised to lull all your worries away. The man had already removed his own shoes while she had been busy surveying around her. She could feel the sun's inviting heat before she offered that bottle to Sterling. "I'll be back." She uttered, hastily removing her shoes and socks. She wiggled her toes when she placed them back down into the soft sand. She left her bag as she moved toward the sea as if she were facing an enemy head-on. Not long after she felt the slosh of ocean lap across the top of her foot. She moved deeper so the saltwater lapped at her ankles. The water receded and she moved further out, something protruding from the sand caught her eye. What the hell was that? She lowered to the ground in a crouch, focused on the slightly revealed case. She so much as wrapped her fingers around it to pluck it from it's sandy grave before a large wave crashed into her. Her feline reflexes just barely caught her from getting knocked on her ass. "Mother fucker!" she yelped in surprise. Those asshole waves pummeled again, drenching her totally. The waves set to try and pull her in as they receded. "AW come on!" She grumbled as she finally made it to her feet, case within her hand. "Yeah fuck you too." She grumbled at the ocean as if it could hear her.

She narrowed her eyes to give that ocean a final glare, before trudging back to the thoroughly dried Sterling. Instead of being too pissy about it, she placed her hands on her hips, shadowing her companion from the sun. "The ocean and I had a disagreement." she declared. She hardly liked his reaction... to her getting thoroughly soaked so in iconic Harley retaliation a devious little smile played almost sinfully upon her lips. "How about a hug?" That sarcasm all but woven within her very words as though hugging a sopping wet Harley was the best thing ever. She opened her dripping arms as that breeze brought on goosebumps as she fully invited her companion into a hug. "I see how it is." She teased sardonically as she rose an arched brow fully ready to smear water on her favourite warlock if need be. All she knew he was going to suffer along with her...

Harley Westward