As soon as the window rolled down, Harley leaned back a bit and started dancing to the music. Granted, Harley was not a good dancer when he was stone-cold sober, he needed alcohol for that, but still, the thought was still there. Nothing could stop the grin plastered across the were's face. "Yep, that's my house!" He pointed over to the building behind them. His dad was poking his head out to look through the living room curtains, but they fell down the moment Bubba saw Harley outside. Hell, his dad probably thought the music was coming from Harley's car, not Brian's.
If anyone was going to understand the desire to get out of the house, it was Harley. Without waiting for an answer, he bounced around to the other side of the car and climbed in the passenger seat. Inside, the music was even louder. "Let's hang! I've got no plans and clearly we both need a distraction." This was probably a bad combination, the two of them together. Whoops.