14463/Attitude Adjustment: Sidekick Edition

Attitude Adjustment: Sidekick Edition
Date of Scene:	21 March 2023
Location:	The Bluffs overlooking Gotham
Synopsis:	Harper and Bette hang out and get loaded on Kate's booze. A new friendship solidifies.
Cast of Characters:	Bette Kane, Harper Row

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Bette Kane has posed:
After the meeting in the Clocktower where hugs were had and a few tears shed, Harper and Bette agreed to hang out again under better, happier circumstances.

These circumstances have arrived. Namely, Kate was busy with Batwoman stuff that did not, at present, require her faithful sidekick and cousin. So said faithful sidekick jacked an expensive bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet, stuffed it in a cooler full of ice, and headed off on her bike. She rode out of town a bit, cutting through country roads outside the city, winding back, and up until she had to go offroad a bit.

The bike handled it ... okay, but by the time she emerges from the brush, she's sick of being on it. The little cliff clearing has one big rock, perfect for two people to sit on, or in front of and lean against. Bette parks the bike and moves to sit on the rock, checking her phone for any messages from Harper after she sent one before she left. The message?

hangout time, i got the good stuff. <co-ordinates>

Man, she -did- learn from Kate.

Harper Row has posed:
There's a message that comes in before a bit before the Gremlin does 'A-ffirmative. Be there quick as I can." A quick selfie sporting a cheesy thumbs up, one eye closed and tongue tucked against the corner of her mouth. Yeah, real pin-up material. Dork. Some manner of delay due to a dead zone provides a rain of separate text bubbles and they pile on like hail before blessedly stopping. 'Should I bring something?' 'Where the heck is that.' 'Oh nice.' 'series-of-emoji's-denoting-bikes-roads-speedarrows-wind'

The sound of another cycle approaches, a small dust plume and the crunch of underbrush. Still wearing her helmet with the hot topic rubber faux hawk atop, at least the visor is up as she bravely swipes at the foliage towards the cliff, holding her phone before her like a tricorder and thankfully kickstands her cycle. Her voice is hollow from the helmet, "I come in Peeeeeace."

Bette Kane has posed:
Bette is, at least polite enough to not have started drinking before Harper arrives. The bottle is still in the cooler next to her, covered in ice from Kate's fridge's ice maker. She's lounging, hands flat on the rock behind her as she leans on them, just enjoying the view, and checking her phone occasionally, smiling at the update texts and selfie from Harper.

She is intensely glad that they aren't enemies or competition. They're peers and working on friends and that is a wonderful thing.

When she hears the bike rumble up, she looks over her shoulder, grinning before she just flops onto her back, looking at Harper upside down. She's dressed for casual comfort in skinny jeans, motorcycle boots (because Kate would murder her if she wore flats to ride), and a brown leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt.

"Glad you could make it! Wasn't too hard to find the place, was it? I figured coordinates were easier than, like, a list of directions. C'mon, have a seat," she says, sitting up and opening the cooler to tank the bottle free. "And a drink with me."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper's pause to regard that pose puts a hiccup into her step. When her chin dips to her chest so there's the maximum amount of viewing chevron negative space, the sudden movement shifts her visor down with a ~ssssTAK~. It's a good helmet, so it doesn't fog up. Harper reaches down to her neck and hefts the helmet up and off, sending her hair flopping to one side and smirking.

Striding over, she looks like she's come with some day-off attire. Ripped jeans, the sensible riding boots, bad local Gotham band t-shirt and her own scuffed black leather jacket with undone cuffs. And as it's personal time, the glint of her piercings and a choker are all in there to add to her punkish look.

"Oh that was a great idea. Deets over directions. Had me trying to guess with just those numbers, which got the mind going. Turns out I was guessing wrong...but a good wrong cause this looks real good. Of course you've got good taste. Thank we're off the map out here from spyin eyes?" Harper hooks her helmet on her handlebars and removes the key from the ignition. She starts biting the tip of one finger after another to loosen the leather gloves as she goes to claim a portion of rock for her caboose. "Fanks fer mmvitin meef."

Bette Kane has posed:
She looks over her shoulder as Harper pulls the helmet, eyes widening just a touch at the piercings. It's not that they were unexpected, but they...fit her. It's more like, she looks a little off without them. Her head dips slightly in the vaguest of nods to herself as Harper explains her trip. "Part of me wants to apologize, because coordinates are what Kate would do, but it was still easier, I think."

She smiles a bit and nods. "Cell is spotty out here, that's my bike, not Kate's, and the drones don't stretch this far out. So unless we were followed, we're as alone as you can get these days. And don't worry about it. I meant what I said. I want us to be friends, and friends do stuff like this."

Speaking of this, she pops the cork out of the vodka bottle, putting it to her lips and taking a drink. Not a huge glug, but a good start. She waits for Harper to get her gloves off before offering her the bottle. It's icy cold, and the vodka is smooth as ice water. Dangerous.

Harper Row has posed:
Harper side-eyes at the amount that Bette chooses to pull from the bottle. A wary kind of look, because she's still compiling some of those Kane-isms. She has a thought she shouldn't double-down on affirming that though, trying to be as netural as she can. Which she imagines in the next moment as being cagey. Harper's instincts being what they are, now she's very eager to help share the bottle and break bad habits. "Friends do." she agrees and accepts the bottle.

There's a pause as she readjusts her hiney upon the rock, perching her posterior into a favourable position. "Full disclosure...there's not a building anywhere nearby, so I'm not in my element. But y'know, that could be a good thing for this girl." Harper tilts the bottle, not bothering to wipe and presses a seal to the rim. She's probably bracing for something sharper than what she gets a mouth full of. Trying to take in a matching as Bette, and looking flummoxed by ease that it flows and doesn't attack her taste buds. The swallow has her dipping her chin and lifting the bottle to look at the label. The breath she exhales feels like she's in a commerical. "Oh my god..." The bottle is passed back to Bette. "Kate's going to miss that one, isn't she? Wow."

Bette Kane has posed:
Everyone seems to forget that Bette was, for a time, actually in the military. The military where you don't have a lot to do besides work and drink. She doesn't have the -issues- Kate does with alcohol (most of the time), but she still likes putting away some drinks and geting into trouble.

Okay, maybe she's more like Kate than she thinks.

"Yeah, no buildings," she says with a smirk. "But no Kate or Babs spying on us. So it's a pretty fair trade, don't you think? I thought about doing this on a building in the city, because that would be cool, but you -know- Babs would see us then she'd tell Kate we were drinking her booze." She pauses at the question as the bottle is passed back. She looks at it and shrugs. "If she asks, I'll tell her the truth. That I took it for a bonding exercise with a teammate and a friend." She grins like a fox at harper before taking another pull. It's at least slightly smaller than the first one. "Everything is training, Harper. Even this."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper turns slightly widening eyes towards Bette, because that line about training rings true and is echoed by so many Birds and Bats. And truth be told, from Bette it carries weight for reasons. Reasons and tone, albeit a fresh take or version. If Bette is a Fox, Harper is a bit of a rabbit in the headlights while she digests that. She tries to recover her composure by casting her gaze to the skies while she takes another good pull. It's so damn easy to slide down her throat, like an icy water bottle after a long jog. She indulges a bit in that gulp, because another thought ferments. Despite the competition detente, she's feeling enboldened by the warmth in her belly.

"Tell her I took it." she offers, the words past her lips feel as cool as the vodka. "That'd blow her mind. I mean, I don't know if I'd dare. But that could be worth a look on her face." she says cheekily. Rosy cheeked in fact. She passes the bottle back and has to do a double-swallow to make sure the ghost-like lick of the alcohol is full appreciated. "Hey Bette..." A pause as she licks her lips. "It was probably pretty tough getting into WP, yeah?" An awkward repositioning, her jeans scuffing against the rock and her keister resettles. "You think I could have done it?" The question is asked quickly, as if it was a bit of an effort to broach it and invite appraisal. "You and Kate did it, even before all ~this~. I imagine that's where you can learn a lot of self control, y'know, along with getting so damn fit and stuff. They only accept the smartest pointy headed sorts that can talk the talk, walk the walk and chalk the chalk and..." she trails off, too many rhymes, lessening reason.

Bette Kane has posed:
Bette takes the bottle back, and snorts a laugh at the suggestion. "That -you- took it? She'd have kittens. I'll be sure to record it and send it to you," she says, devolving into giggles for a second. Kate's face would be priceless. Worth the laps and pull ups and jumping practice.

Maybe not the sparring, though. Kate was sometimes -mean- in the ring.

She receives a serious question then, and stops. She turns on the rock, bringing one knee up and letting her other leg dangle down, scuffing the ground with her boot. She holds the bottle by the neck, resting it on her knee and she -looks- at Harper. Her gaze is calculating and scrutinizing. Honestly, it's like she's channeling Kate. Almost. This has less ...disappointment in it. It's appraising.

"Physically? Absolutely. You could deal with all of the workouts and the sleep dep and all of it. Mentally? Yeah, you're a tough woman, Harper. The stress wouldn't get to you. I think the absolute rigid order would be what gets you." She shakes her head a bit. "I'm a lot ... freer now than I was when I was in the service. I understand orders and chains of command, but I don't necessarily like them anymore. This is Batman's down, and Kate is my mentor, but that's as far as my like for authority goes anymore."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper is pretty set on not sitting straighter when Bette's eyes are on her like that. She's got a clear vision in mind to slouch a bit, like a Gotham gal on the steps of some brownstone. But, she makes the mistake of look at Bette, and it makes her spine straighten more than she was intending. This brakes her concentration of trying to pull off something, and her face isn't up to the challenge of being clever. So she looks a bit green around the gill at first. Thankfully what she hears is pretty complimentary, and she smiles and starts rubbing the side her scalp with a palm. "Heh. I mean, yeah, you've got me pegged probably." Harper offers a snort and then tilts her head to the side and side-eyes for a moment. "Hey Bette?" She chews at the piercing in her bottom lip. "Hey Bette?" Third time's the charm. "You're really easy to talk to. This sounds weird but, I just want you to know, like, I didn't dig. Didn't dig too much. Only skimmed really." Harper gestures a bit desperately for the bottle back for another drink. "Back at the clocktower, you said you wanted to be friends, and I thought it would be better not to try and snoop. You want to be friends and I want to be friends, so I didn't try and study up on you. I ~wanted~ to make you a book report, get a personal gold star and stuff. But I didn't. I know about West Point...obviously, but friends get to know each other...like this, right? I'm glad you're not there, and you're here, fighting the good fight." Her mouth keeps going. "Not that I'm against enlisting, and if I was there, frig but I hope someone as positive as you would make it do-able." Harper closes her eyes in anticipation of taking a drink and occupying her lips and washing that run-on blabbering. This rock sure isn't as hard beneath her butt anymore. She feels about as socially smooth as one though.

Bette Kane has posed:
The instant she's done assessing, Bette's expression softens. It's almost like a different woman. She's kind looking, almost soft. That assessing look, that was a Kate look. That must be a family trait. She takes another pull before handing the bottle back to Harper. She stays seated like she was, facing the other woman. Then she listens to the semi-ramble. "Well, I appreciate not being handed a dossier about myself," she says with a bit of a laugh. "But I also appreciate that you want to know about me. I want to know about you too, Harper. All I know right now is that you're good in a fight, you're funny and have a great sense of style."

She tilts her head, blonde hair spilling to one side. "What do you want to know about me? I'm an open book. You already know the big secret."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper is so tickled by those kind words that another gleeful snort almost erupts. She's blushing, partly due to the vodka, and then partly because she's trying to use appraising gaze back on Bette. The fall of that lovely hue is pretty eye catching. Not the unkept mess that her own tends to finger-comb into tendrils. To stall for time, she drinks again. It makes sense to, because there's that pesky law that means the liquid stuff is gonna get warmer. Harper swallows down a mouthful and blinks as there's the rush of the previous sips only now lining up to be counted. "That's honestly some of the nicest things anyone's said 'bout me, and...the order ain't bad either."

Licking her lips, Harper carefully offers the shared bottle back and pushes turns on her side to get an elbow down and a palm up to prop up her head. "Did all of this call to you, or something happen? Gawd I hope it wasn't bad... Did Kate kicking ass sort of put the fire in your feathers? Your uniform is so rad. It's not as subdued as a lot of the other Birds that wanna blend in. It gets the heart racing, like flames on the side of a 'vette or a bike. Or a sick guitar all licked up to look like a real scorcher. I like it a lot."

Bette Kane has posed:
Bette, by this point, is a little tipsy. Kane genetics and military training mean she's pretty good at holding her liquor. She reaches up to brush her hair behind her ear, watching Harper shift to a true lounge. She grins a bit at the question. "Well, I kinda accidentally discovered that Kate was Batwoman while visiting her while I was still at West Point. I've always been kind of a fangirl of Batman and Robin, so when I found out, I had to get in on it."

She takes the bottle back and tips it up. Her throat is dry from talking, of course. "So she gave me my first test. If I could sneak out of school on the weekends and not get caught while keeping my grades near the top of my class, she'd start training me. So I did." She beams with pride at this fact. "So I graduated, did my time, and now I live in Kate's apartment, pretending to be the idle rich, and do fun stuff as Flamebird."

She blushes a bit at the gushing over her costume. It's a fetching look on her, almost demure. "Well, I figure if Robin can run around in red and green, I can run around in red and orange and do just as well. Sneaking's a bit harder, but I'm getting better."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper widens her eyes, choking back some laughter at the discovery aspect. And then her mouth is a round 'O' and she's leans forward to give a friendly ~push~ at arm and shoulder. Chiming in with her own similar somewhat fangirling (obsession) over Batman. "Right?! Me too!" She grins widely, a stupid light-headed expression of happiness over sharing that similar interest. "I totally pissed Batman off trying to impress him."

She watches Bette drink, admiring the greater poise and handling of the vodka bottle, though it's that rather appealing flushed smile that doesn't quite allow her lips press back together. Her tongue piercing works at the enamel at the back of a few teeth as she nods along and listens. "Hell of a nice Front to keep up while you're not on duty. I'd kill to be couped up in there with you two..." she sniffs and smacks her lips. "Just as well? I'd say better, though I guess I'm...uh, biased. And it's probably against some Bat book law to pooh-pooh the original Ward. Thank gawd we're away from the buzz of drones and the glint of camera lenses." Harper stretches out and reaches out to clasp a hand over one of Bette's own. "Hey. Anytime you want to unwind and blow off something. Consider me all in. Whatever. I'm going to have to think of something to do in return you know. Show you one of my secret places if you-know-who gets too much. It's hard to fall into something fun with our lives. Got to exercise the fun muscles." she impishly grins. "Oof, pulse is pounding, feeling like on my bike and invulnerable on a tricky turn."

Bette Kane has posed:
Harper gives her a little push, and she laughs. "Yeah, I wasn't quite ready for what I got into, but I wanted it, and I'm stubborn as hell, so here we are." She pauses. "Is he worse than Kate? I've only met him a couple times, actually. And we were busy."

She tilts her head slightly, the hair she just pushed back falling away again. Her expression is pleased, happy, but a little hard to read. Like she's figuring something out. "It's not always a picnic. When Kate's not gone, she's always working me in the gym, or giving me batshit puzzles to figure out. Life is training to her, and, well, I'm still alive, so it must be working."

Her smile goes radiant then. "That sounds great! I'm always interested in new things and places I haven't seen. I'm a bit of a ... sensation junkie as well as a tryhard. Just tell me when and where, and I'll be there."

Harper Row has posed:
    "Bats? Jeez...he was a grumpy puss. It might have been the fact I cranked him back to life with a car battery though. But he still demanded I just up and quit trying to do my thing. Ugh. But if there's anything consistent about me, is I tend to be like a bitch with a bone in its mouth and I don't let go of shhtuff I thunk is importanter than..." Harper trails off, slurring just a tiny bit. "Kate's great. I mean, she never told me to quit." Harper wrinkles her nose, curious as to how the tip of her nose feels a bit numb.

    "But what were we...yeah...Kate! I've never had a M-...I've never had a Mentor be quite so hellbent on getting something out of me. I can't read her at all if she doesn't want me to know what she's tinking or feelin, and it drives me crazy. I bet she could dink this whole bottle and not hiccup once or get red in the face parts." Harper sounds like she's gearing up for a good sesh with enough steam. "Oh I've got some sensations for you. But I bet riding my bike at the moment might not be the wisest course." she offers a cheeky wink. "But then, you've probably jumped out of freakin airplanes with just a backpack of silk!"

Bette Kane has posed:
The blonde raises an eyebrow at the comments about Batman. A -car battery-? That's ... wild enough to work, honestly. She shakes her head and just takes another sip. They're going to finish this bottle and just be ruined for a while. Then there's Kate. She thinks while handing over the bottle to Harper. "I've seen her drink a whole bottle in a go. It's not as pretty as you'd think. She holds it well but...her emotions are ... volatile. I love her, I really, really do, and wish she'd take better care of herself. I say as I split a bottle of vodka with you."

Bette has hit the point where she knows she shouldn't drive, but also thinks she would be fine. Hence, no bike right now. Though, the talk of 'sensations' makes her grin a little. "Maybe when we sober up a little. And I have jumped out of a plane, but, like, swinging around the city is scarier."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper raises a skeptical eyebrow over such a capacity for alcohol, but something in what Bette says makes even the boozey-flush though her system cool some. "Volatile?" That paints a picture that haphazardly inserts wild flights of imagination in here and there. She takes the shared bottle and eyes the cool contents. "Well, I can imagine being able to empty this stuff at least. I bet it's a real panty remover."

Harper flips her hair to the other side of her cranium and grins over. "Right, when we sober up. That'll be...Hmmm...you didn't happen to pack a tent on the way over did you? I've got some real good ghost stories." She widens her eyes for emphasis, heavy on the faux-fear. She shifts her butt closer, more companionable and everything. She offers the bottle with one hand, and slides her hand to the rock behind Bette to help prop herself up. "We're really not being disobedient really. What you said before, sort of, so to speak. We're just removing a temptation from her cabinent. Which...right now...she might be dusting for prints." Harper laughs, "Would ~that~ be scarier than swinging from rooftops?"

Bette Kane has posed:
"She ... Her trauma haunts her, and sometimes when she drinks too much it gets the best of her," Bette says quietly. "I've caught her crying before, but I just left."

Way to bring it down for a minute, Bette. Luckily -she- is not a maudlin drunk. She is a fun one. She shakes her head, blonde tresses winging a bit as she chases off that memory.

"That's one way to put it. I know when I drink too much, my clothes like to fall off," she laughs, blushing just a little at her own off-color joke. It's the booze, clearly. What else would it be? When Harper asks about a tent, she just laughs a little, and glances at her bike. "Funny story. You know how Kate is all about everything being training? My dad is like that about being prepared. So, yeah. There's a tent in the cargo pocket under my seat. Two of us might be a tight squeeze, but I'm happy to share," she says with a smile as Harper slides closer. "I'm not afraid of Kate. Honestly all she's going to do is make a face at me and buy another bottle. She won't actually be mad."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper beams, at the edge of shocked laughter, just barely managing to keep in the giggle-snorts. Like she had just taken a toke of something, someone had caught her red-handed, and had to keep in the smoke. She tries to hide her face with her hand. Her chest hitches with the effort. "You...you ~did~ bring a tent?!" It's so hard to keep it in. The whole thing is just too much and she cackles out a witch-worthy shriek, and sends it out into the wilderness.

There's tears in her eyes and pink in her cheeks. "I'm sorrrry." she almost hiccups. "You're so damn prepared! Oh gawd, Bette, you're beautiful." A literal tear is almost spilling from an eyes and she takes in a deep breath and shifts herself to more than side-long, but regard Bette directly. "If I drink too much I somehow end up with ~more~ clothes later!" she pulls an impish face and her breath carries a hint of the expensie vodka. "Serious, serious...Bette, now I'm going to admit something I'll swear I never did later, but you are absolutely the better ward. Gawd, I think I wanna ~be~ you. Do you know what's in my pack? Do you know what Ms. Row brought? I brought an extra charge cord. And some gawd awful joints. That's it. The bear that eats my starving chilled body would get high as F."

Bette Kane has posed:
At the nearly shreiking cackle coming from Harper, Bette laughs too. "I know, it's weird, but I keep thinking about taking it out, but then I hear my dad in my head, so I leave it. There's one of those compact sleeping bags in there too, because of course there is." Bette, being polite, also shifts a little so she can face Harper. She just shakes her head a little. "I'm nothing special. Just a stubborn rich kid who wanted... more." She doesn't sound sad or resigned, just like she's telling the truth as she sees it.

She only boggles a little at what Harper brought. "Luckily there's no bears out here. Might ruin a raccoon's day, though."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper doesn't, like, sober up, but she quiets her bemusement so she can really get a good look at you. Her eyes are moist, and considerate. She moves again, so that she's almost helping to create a pose that has the two girl's bodies facing opposite compass points, but they can face-to-face. "Avenge me if those critters get me."

Jokes aside, the Bluebird reaches for the bottle make sure she stays hydrated. The ~bloop~ of resettling liquid back down to the bottom of the bottle is the only interruption. But afterwards, Harper's brows knit together briefly, some sympathy and some quizzical flashes. While it might be requested, Harper reaches forward to rest and palm on Bette's shoulder. And she gives a squeeze. "I bet there's an abundance of rich kids who don't know what they want but just want ~stuff~. You could do a lot easier things in this life, you had the options, right? And you chose to be more of the ~right~ stuff. You've got drive, and style and...such a warm heart. Frig me, you're pretty damn special to this street rat." she smacks her lips.

Bette Kane has posed:
Bette looks at Harper. Really -looks- at her as she speaks. She maintains eye contact, but it's not intense. Her gaze is soft and caring, open and warm. In this moment, she is nothing like Kate at all. She's nothing like Flamebird either. This is just... Bette. Her hand reaches up to rest on Harper's when she squeezes her shoulder, and she squeezes it affectionately.

"There's a lot of rich kids who don't want to do anything but roll in their money. It's terrible. But thank you. You're very kind. Don't sell yourself short, Harper. 'Street rat' or whatever you call yourself. You're resourceful, intelligent and probably just as driven as Kate is." She pauses, her other hand reaching up to flip the end of Harper's dyed hair. "And you have such a style that I'm not even brave enough to contemplate."

She pauses again, her expression serious in only the way that someone who is pretty drunk can make it. "Thank you for coming out here to spend time with me. I know there's a lot to do and I'm sure other people who are more important than me for you to spend time with. So just, thanks."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper's mouth curls upwards into a wry grin. She's evidently pleased to hear it, and she resists flipping her hair again. Tickled pink with the small touches to her hair. She sucks down the urge to show off more of her style just like that, despite the booze. The differences between the Kane's is never more apparent than a time like this. For all their strengths, they absolutely are like night and day when it comes to some things, not counting appearnces.

"I always make time for my Besties. I mean, it's so rare we ever get a chance to unwind. And gawd knows relationship are like..." Harper takes a breath and lets it out slowly. "It's not like school, that's for sure. Not that I had much time for stuff during that either, after fixing what my Dad kept bustin, and keeping Cullen from the worst of it." She shakes her head ruefully.

"I got to spend time with someone important. And here she is." she gives a squeeze. "Thank you."

Bette Kane has posed:
Bette wants to protest her own importance. To deny she really has any at all. She resists, though, because that's just being silly and self-depreciating. Instead, she just smiles quietly, listening. In the important ways, Bette is very much like Kate. Driven, selfless and with a will of iron. Bette just has better social skills most of the time!

"Tell me about it. This is, like, my first night off from training or patrol, or both in a long time," she says with a wry smile. "And relationships...Well, I haven't met anyone except you in a long time, so my prospects aren't great," she adds with a laugh, shaking her head. Who has time to meet people and date in this business? Not Bette!

She shakes her head in resignation, looking away at the city for a moment before meeting Harper's eyes again. "Thank you. For not being who I thought you would be. For wanting to be my friend. For thinking I'm important."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper nods along readily and scratches at the rock with a chipped nail. Her efforts to keep them looking reasonable never a real possibility in the line of vigilante work she undertakes. Meeting your gaze is a thing that makes her swallow. And for her part, she also momentarily drops her gaze, her hair presents a temporary lamp-shade as she drops her chin. "We get worked pretty hard, don't we?" She licks along her gums and then sucks a bit of air past her teeth.

"I'm glad I didn't come off as a complete jerk, or a dork hopefully. I do tend to lead with my gut. It gets me in a ton of trouble." Another squeeze to your shoulder and she pulls it back to rest on her thigh. "I like that it feels like you want to get to know me, not interrogate me. Hah...I guess that comes with the territory, with so many detectives we know."

"Maybe we should make this a regular thing for us?" she offers quietly. She looks over towards that so important city with half-lidded eyes and then turns slowly to meet your gaze again.

Bette Kane has posed:
At least Harper paints her nails. Bette's are all military. Short and clean and unstained. She hasn't been able to bring herself to paint them. Hell, she can barely manage to wear much makeup at all. Today she's not wearing anything save a little lip gloss, but that might have just been for moisture retention on the bike. "You didn't. I was just being silly, I guess. Still, I'm glad. I leave the interrogations to Kate, anyway."

Her eyes brighten at the suggestion. "I like that idea. Maybe I'll buy my own booze next time," she says with a grin. "Or it might be more fun just to steal Kate's."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper lifts her chin and grins, teeth showing. "We'll take turns. Next time I'll bring a bottle of something." With a thumb she reaches nibble at the edge of one of her nails, squinting one eye shut briefly in a wink. "Unless of course it'll be more fun to try and alternate something from the ~same~ source of liquor. Gawd, I'll probably pick the worst of the lot. Something to thin paint."

That brightening of the other woman's eyes has Harper trying to chew on her cuticle again. And there's a twinge and Harper blinks. She gets to her feet and extends her hand to Bette. "Hey...what do you think about a short walk?"

Bette Kane has posed:
It's nice to think about fun things. About things that aren't grim and dark and dangerous. Things that normal people do with their friends. Her smile hasn't left yet, and a giggle is added about the debate of swapping sources or just messing with Kate. Either way, it sounds like a grand plan.

When Harper rises, the blonde tilts her head, considering before she reaches out to take it, getting to her feet. She squeezes the other woman's hand and nods. "Yeah. Let's walk some of this off before we fight with the tent. I think it sounds like a great idea, Harper." Another smile, and another look. "To the beginning of a beautiful friendship."