toxicodendron_radicans | Harlequin Dreams

The residents of Cape May aren't used to such sights, and the resulting commotion is hard to miss.

"Is the gun truly necessary, miss?" The irony of him asking that question isn't lost on Caleb, though for the moment, his own gun is still concealed beneath his beach shirt for the time being.

"Gun? What gun?" Harley looked down and laughed, "Oh, this gun? This is a trick gun, see?" She pointed it up and fired.

Only to realize that this wasn't her trick gun. "What the crap..." she muttered looking down at it, "This isn't my gun...."

The half-incubus beams her the most disarming smile he man manage as he approaches, and holds out his hand. "That's not a problem, really. Why, uh ...why don't you give me the gun, and we can go have a night on the town? My treat." Because not having to force a confrontation is always preferable.

"Sure, take it, that means some schmuck in the bar has my gun!" That was a distressing thought. Her gun. Her special shoots anything gun. Harley sighed. Then brightened, "What, you mean like a date? You're actually askin me on a date!"

Maybe a bit premature, but Harley was... well... happy. And slightly drunk. And very angry at Mistah J.

He slides the clip out of the gun, and expels the chambered round. Evidently, the man knows his firearms.

"It can be anything you'd like," he answers, sliding the weaponry into his waste band. "A date, a night on the town... Whatever suits your fancy."

Harley thought about it. Doing the visible toe tapping, chin grabbing, hmmm. "Well... anything I want?" Normally she liked to cause trouble but right now? Whatever, "What if I wanted dinner in the most expensive place ever, but it had to be totally kosher?"

Caleb thinks about it for a moment, his eyes momentarily drifting out over the ocean as his mind wonders.

"Well," he responds as his attention returns to her. "I know this charming five-star in downtown Tel Aviv. I'm not sure it's still open, but provided it is, last minute reservations have never been an issue before." He snickers some. "If push comes to shove, I can just bribe them into telling some poor sap that they accidentally double booked."

He offers his hand. "Dr. Caleb Zukov, by the way."

Harley looked at his hand and pulled something out of her purse, and then pressed a sucker into this hand, "Harley. Just Harley. That works tonight," she said lightly.

"And if you're buying, I'll eat." Haha, see what Mistah J would think of that. She didn't need him. Not at all!

This one is certainly eccentric, but eccentric women are nothing new to Caleb. He has frequently found himself musing that he wouldn't know what to say to a normal woman if he ever met one. Normal is just so boring, after all.

"Harley it is, then." In an instant, the scenery around them changes.

"Welcome to Israel."

Harley looked around, looked at the guy and looked around again, "Neat trick," she said calmly.

Really neat trick, "You could rob banks with it easy." Or candy stores. Or toy stores. Or drop Batman in a volcano...

That earns her a suspicious once over. "I, uh ... I-I could, yes, but I'm not really hurting for money. Besides, I rather that my, uh ... that my employer would approve."

"What? It was just a joke," Harley said with a laugh, "lighten up, you just totally poofed us to the holy land or whatever it is the crazy Christian people call this place. So food now please?" She finished, her mind totally on that.

How could you land somewhere new without totally wanting to explore. And this had been one of those places, way back when she was a little kidlet that the family had talked about going but never seemed to have the money to do so. A family of poor Jews, how atypical could you get?

"If you thought that was impressive, I could show you some sights," he says as they leave the alley, and head down the street. There's no sense in hailing a taxi, seeing as they're only a few blocks from the restaurant. "There's this mesa in Australia I stop by now and again. The view from the edge is fantastic." Because she seems impressed, he won't add that he usually goes there to read.

"So I, uh ... I take it you've never been to Israel before?"

"If I have or not isn't hardly the point," Harley said, "Even if you've been somewhere three hundred thousand million and one times there's always something you haven't seen," She said brightly.

Which was one of the great things about life. You never knew what flavor the pie they were going to throw at you would be the next day.

Caleb likes how energetic she seems. It's refreshing.

"Isn't that the truth. So, tell me, how did you wind up trading firearms with a stranger in a bar? That's, uh ... that's not one you hear everyday." Says the half-demon mage.

"No clue," Harley said brightly, "But whoever has my gun is going to find it doesn't like them."

Her piece had a bunch of interesting modifications.

That earns her an inquisitive look. "Trigger lock?" He doubts that's it, but people love to correct others.

"Nope, hand shocker buzzer thingie modified," Harley said with a grin, "I love my gun."

And Caleb has found what he was probing for: Common ground.

"I know that feeling. I've had my Desert Eagle for nearly a decade and a half." It's been a while since he's connected with a gun enthusiast. Not since Kenna, really."

"So, how did you modify the electric grip?" If only he knew whom he was asking that question, he might have more sympathy for his sister's views.

"It wasn't that hard, you just take a few buzzer parts from the hand shockers and put them on with a lock. There's a trick switch to turn it off so you don't get buzzed," she said brightly.

She was also very proud of her gun.

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