Call on a Monday, come on a Tuesday, they'll never know Who: Harley Villetta and Kai Gillis Where: Phonelines to start When: Afternoonish
Things that sucked in the life of Harley Villetta: the fact that it was going to cost at least $200 to fix his Firebird, and that was just in parts. Parts that had be ordered because no mechanic shop just happened to have the parts to an 88 Firebird just laying around in their back room. Adding to the fact that said parts would have be painted and installed, and Harley was looking at a very sad summer filled with lots of work and little money left over for all of his social activities.
Okay, so Harley didn't need money to hang out with people.... but he did need money for the booze that usually went with said hanging out. It had been a couple weeks since Harley had been to a decent party, seeing as the one he'd planned with Jackson had been cancelled on account of demons. (And, to be honest, Jackson probably wouldn't have liked it much when Harley got shitfaced and still wanted to play Smash Bros. because he thought it was the most awesomest thing to do at the time.)
The bonus to all of this, though, was that he and Chance had escaped from the demon that had been chasing them and his car could be fixed. He'd fought with his dad when he got home, of course, and wasn't technically supposed to go anywhere but work and home for the next few days, but his dad reopened the motorcycle shop today and that meant Harley was free, kind of. With his shift at Lenore's over for the day, he took a seat in the cafe of the bookstore, taking out his cell phone. It was in moments like these that the riflebird really, truly, needed a friend.
And that was why he called Kai. Granted, their history together was somewhat checkered, but always in the best of ways. And she was one of the best friends he had. He didn't even wait to say hello when she answered. "OH MY GOD, KAI. That fucking demon did massive amounts of damage to my Firebird. The poor thing looks so sad now."