Fic Post: A night on the town
Title: A night on the town
Author: achika_chan
Pairing: Mentioned Spoony/Linkara
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harvey Finevoice and AlwaysAGirl!Linkara bond over beating up robots and mobsters.
Harvey hissed as Linkara tried to clean the wound on his shoulder as gently as possible. Linkara winced in sympathy. They were in the kitchen, which had more room than the bathroom for this sort of thing, and still had bright lights and a tile floor that could be easily cleaned. Harvey sat in one of the kitchen chairs, his ruined jacket, shirt and shoulder holster strewn on the floor.
“Sorry,” Linkara said quietly. It didn’t feel quite right, talking at normal volume.
“I’ve had worse,” Harvey said, gritting his teeth.
“Yeah, but you got this one defending me,” she said. She was having a hard time looking Harvey in the face, so she concentrated on the wound instead.
“What, you think you oughta be the one that got hurt instead?” Harvey asked.
“Mechakara was after me, you didn’t have to get involved,” Linkara said.
“Sure I did. Like I’m gonna let a dame like you get hurt under my watch,” Harvey said.
“But it’s not under your watch. It’s under mine. This is my responsibility,” Linkara said.
Harvey raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, that going it alone stuff is bullcrap and you know it,”
“I just hate it when you guys get hurt because of me,”
“It’s our choice, dollface. Better us than you anyway,” Harvey said.
“Better would be if no one got hurt at all,” Linkara said.
“In a perfect world, babe, in a perfect world,” Harvey sighed, eyeing his jacket longingly. His cigarettes were in the pocket.
Linkara followed his gaze, and went over, pulling the pack and lighter out. She shook out a cigarette and handed it and the lighter to Harvey, who gave her a grateful smile. He tried to light the cigarette and frowned when the lighter failed to work even after multiple attempts. He held it up to look at it more closely and made a frustrated noise.
“Damned thing’s busted now,” He said, and threw it carelessly onto the table.
Linkara bit her lip, and then reached out, carefully touching the tip of the cigarette still between Harvey’s lips. She closed her eyes, and suddenly the smell of lit tobacco began filling the room. When she opened her eyes, Harvey was staring at her with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Useful parlor trick,” he said.
Linkara shrugged. “Can’t do much more than that, yet, but I’m learning,”
Harvey inhaled the smoke. “Keep going like that and you won’t need us anymore,” he said lightly, but he wasn’t looking at her.
Linkara picked up the bandages that she’d set aside, and began wrapping Harvey’s shoulder.
“That’s not true, you know,” Linkara said, working diligently. “I’ll always need you,”
Harvey gave her a small smile and didn’t say anything else while she patched him up.
“…Harvey, what is this?” Linkara asked, opening the box on the table curiously.
Harvey raised an eyebrow at her. “I know you don’t wear ‘em too often but I figured you’d recognize a dress when you see one,”
It was red and strappy and unlike anything else Linkara had in her wardrobe. Very obviously high quality, too.
“I know it’s a dress. What’s it for, though? I don’t have anywhere to wear something like this to,” Linkara asked, running her fingers over the delicate fabric.
“Sure you do. You’re coming out with me tonight,” Harvey said, leaning back in his chair.
“Oh really? I am?” Linkara asked, raising an eyebrow and fighting back a smile.
“I figure it’s about time you see what a night in the life of Harvey Finevoice is like,” Harvey said, shrugging.
Linkara’s grinned. Harvey was so secretive that this felt like a huge accomplishment.
“You didn’t have to buy me a dress, though. It must have been expensive,”
“I’ve got money. And besides, gotta have the dame on my arm be the prettiest, don’t I?” Harvey asked.
“Alright, I’ll wear it. But I’m no gun moll, Harvey Finevoice,” Linkara said, wagging her finger at him.
Harvey laughed. “Remind me to introduce you to Angie Falconetti,”
Linkara went to put the dress back in the box and that’s when she saw the thigh holster that had been hidden under the dress.
“Really?” Linkara asked, raising an eyebrow pointedly and holding up the holster.
“What?” Harvey asked, looking the very picture of innocence. Linkara didn’t believe it for a second. “Like I’d ask you to leave the Magic Gun at home,”
“And a shoulder holster like yours or my purse wouldn’t work?” Linkara asked.
“Shoulder holster’s too obvious with a dress, and there’s the risk of getting separated from a purse,” Harvey pointed out.
“Uh-huh. Sure. I suppose I should go try these on and make sure they fit, if we’re going out on the town later tonight,” Linkara said, picking up the box and taking it to her room.
“Jesus Christ, Harvey! Did you take my measurements in my sleep or something?” Linkara asked later, poking her head out of her door.
“Course not. I did ask Pollo for some help though. I take it from that reaction that everything fits?” Harvey called back from the kitchen.
“Like a glove. Note to self, tell the robot not to give out my measurements, because apparently that actually needs to be a rule,” Linkara said, walking into the room.
Harvey looked up from the paper, about to say something smart about next time getting her a dress that didn’t fit but was stopped by the sight in front of him. Linkara wasn’t exactly a stick, but that dress showed off her curves in all the right ways. He gave a low whistle of appreciation.
“You sure you don’t want to be my moll? I promise I’d treat you right,” he asked.
Linkara rolled her eyes.
“Flatterer. I should do actual make up, if I’m going to be wearing a dress like this. I wonder if Elisa’s on skype…” and Linkara went back to her room, passing 90s Kid in the hall, who stared at her for a few seconds.
“Dude. That was weird,” he said to Harvey and grabbing an energy drink from the fridge.
Harvey chuckled at 90s Kid’s perplexed expression and went back to the paper.
The Palace was in full swing when Harvey and Linkara arrived. Linkara couldn’t help staring in wonder at all the people and the music. There were people dancing - real dancing, not the grinding that happened at stereotypical nightclubs - and sitting around in booths drinking and laughing and everyone was all dressed up fancily.
“Welcome to my home away from home,” Harvey said with a flourish, leaning down and speaking into her ear.
There was a light to his face now, something about the tilt of his lips and the spark in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. This was where Harvey thrived, where he belonged. There was a cheer from a few of the booths as the other customers saw Harvey come in.
“Harvey! You singing tonight?” Someone called out, and Harvey laughed.
“Course I’m singing. You mooks can’t get by without me,”
“Who’s your friend, Harvey?” asked a man with dark hair and brown eyes. He was grinning.
“Linkara meet Tony, Tony this is Linkara,” Harvey said, gesturing between the two of them. “She’s off limits, you putz,”
“I’m hurt. I am a gentleman. And besides, you know my tastes,” Tony said, teasing.
“All too well,” Harvey said, rolling his eyes. “Is Falconetti here?”
“Of course. He and Angie are dancing right now,”
“You’ll like Angie,” Harvey said to Linkara.
It turned out that Angie was a feisty blonde with icy blue eyes, and she had no problem sitting herself down next to Linkara and telling her about how she and ‘Johnnie’ met when one of his friends had wolf-whistled at her when she walked by and made a dirty comment. Angie had stopped and punched him, breaking his nose. And Falconetti had just looked between his friend and Angie and then said “I think I love you. Want to go to dinner sometime?” and Angie’d said no and went on her way.
“He tracked me down and kept asking and giving me things until I said yes. It was both creepy and endearing,” Angie said, laughing at the memory.
Harvey and Falconetti were having their own hushed conversation, leaning a little out of the booth so that Linkara and Angie couldn’t hear them.
Linkara was having a good time, talking with Angie and listening to the band and watching people dance. Then Harvey leaned over to her and said “I’ve got to go take care of something. Stay here with Angie and Falconetti,”
She nodded, but frowned. If he was going to go to the bathroom or get ready to sing, he’d have just said, and people were smoking inside so that wasn’t it either.
Harvey left, and Linkara raised an eyebrow at Angie, who just shook her head.
“I don’t even bother asking anymore,” She said, moving her hand in a dismissive gesture.
That was when Tony came by and sat down in Harvey’s abandoned seat.
“I assume you saw O’Riley’s guys come in?” Tony asked Falconetti.
“I did,” Falconetti said tightly and glancing at Linkara significantly.
“Oh,” Tony said. “Gottcha,”
“Well I don’t, what did that look mean?” Linkara asked.
“Nothing, dollface,” Tony said. “Don’t you worry about it,”
Linkara glared, mouth tight, and grabbed Tony’s hand, bending his fingers back as far as she could.
“Number 1: You don’t get to call me dollface. Number 2: Tell me what the hell is going on or I break your fingers,” Linkara growled.
Tony grinned through his wince. “Not sure Harvey would appreciate me tattling. But why not, Harvey’s always more fun when he’s angry,”
“Tony,” Falconetti said in warning.
“You stay out of this,” Linkara snapped.
“I’m just saying that she might find Harvey in the alley, politely telling O’Riley’s men to leave,” Tony said.
Linkara cursed and shoved Tony out of the booth and ran to the exit into the alley. She wanted to storm out there and make sure Harvey was okay, but that might make things worse. Screw Falconetti, making Harvey go out there by himself against multiple people when he was still injured from the fight with Mechakara.
She opened the door slowly in time to see Harvey knee someone in the gut and send him to the ground. There were five of them there, excluding Harvey. One of them came up behind Harvey and spun him around, punching him and splitting his lip.
Linkara pulled her gun out of the thigh holster and opened the door as quietly as she could.
The air was cold, and no one had noticed the sudden appearance of a gun wielding girl in a red dress.
“Excuse me, boys,” Linkara said, and everyone paused. She waved, pointing her gun at O’Riley’s men.
“I told you to stay inside,” Harvey said, obviously displeased.
“You know me better than that,” Linkara said. “Now, I’m thinking that these nice guys are going to want to leave. Now. And not come back,”
The biggest of O’Riley’s goons stepped toward her, and Linkara pulled the trigger, shooting him in his arm.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, lady’s got a temper,” Harvey cautioned the men, and he pointed his own gun at them. “And so do I,”
They considered it for a second, and Linkara raised an eyebrow at them in challenge. They turned tail and ran out of the alleyway. Harvey put his gun back in its holster with an angry jab
“Next time I tell you to do something, do it,” Harvey said. “Especially here,”
“Please, I’ve taken on worse than them in my sleep,” Linkara said, putting her gun away too.
Harvey sighed and pulled her into a hug. “I’m just trying to protect you,”
“Seems to me that I was the one protecting you just now,” Linkara said with a grin.
“Seems that way, don’t it?” Harvey said kissing her temple and leading her back into the club with his arm still around her. “Does that mean you’ve reconsidered the offer to be my moll?”
“I don’t know,” Linkara said thoughtfully. “Angie got some pretty sweet gifts before she and Falconetti got together,”
Harvey laughed.
“And just what do you think you’re wearing, dollface?” he teased, stroking the fabric covering her side lightly.
Linkara smiled at him. “Spoony’ll fight you for me,”
Harvey sighed and put a hand over his heart. “And so our epic romance ends,”
Linkara tugged Harvey’s hat down playfully. “Maybe in another life,”
“Yeah, maybe,” Harvey said, before straightening his hat. “Now go enjoy yourself, I’ve got to get up on stage,”
Author: achika_chan
Pairing: Mentioned Spoony/Linkara
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harvey Finevoice and AlwaysAGirl!Linkara bond over beating up robots and mobsters.
Harvey hissed as Linkara tried to clean the wound on his shoulder as gently as possible. Linkara winced in sympathy. They were in the kitchen, which had more room than the bathroom for this sort of thing, and still had bright lights and a tile floor that could be easily cleaned. Harvey sat in one of the kitchen chairs, his ruined jacket, shirt and shoulder holster strewn on the floor.
“Sorry,” Linkara said quietly. It didn’t feel quite right, talking at normal volume.
“I’ve had worse,” Harvey said, gritting his teeth.
“Yeah, but you got this one defending me,” she said. She was having a hard time looking Harvey in the face, so she concentrated on the wound instead.
“What, you think you oughta be the one that got hurt instead?” Harvey asked.
“Mechakara was after me, you didn’t have to get involved,” Linkara said.
“Sure I did. Like I’m gonna let a dame like you get hurt under my watch,” Harvey said.
“But it’s not under your watch. It’s under mine. This is my responsibility,” Linkara said.
Harvey raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, that going it alone stuff is bullcrap and you know it,”
“I just hate it when you guys get hurt because of me,”
“It’s our choice, dollface. Better us than you anyway,” Harvey said.
“Better would be if no one got hurt at all,” Linkara said.
“In a perfect world, babe, in a perfect world,” Harvey sighed, eyeing his jacket longingly. His cigarettes were in the pocket.
Linkara followed his gaze, and went over, pulling the pack and lighter out. She shook out a cigarette and handed it and the lighter to Harvey, who gave her a grateful smile. He tried to light the cigarette and frowned when the lighter failed to work even after multiple attempts. He held it up to look at it more closely and made a frustrated noise.
“Damned thing’s busted now,” He said, and threw it carelessly onto the table.
Linkara bit her lip, and then reached out, carefully touching the tip of the cigarette still between Harvey’s lips. She closed her eyes, and suddenly the smell of lit tobacco began filling the room. When she opened her eyes, Harvey was staring at her with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Useful parlor trick,” he said.
Linkara shrugged. “Can’t do much more than that, yet, but I’m learning,”
Harvey inhaled the smoke. “Keep going like that and you won’t need us anymore,” he said lightly, but he wasn’t looking at her.
Linkara picked up the bandages that she’d set aside, and began wrapping Harvey’s shoulder.
“That’s not true, you know,” Linkara said, working diligently. “I’ll always need you,”
Harvey gave her a small smile and didn’t say anything else while she patched him up.
“…Harvey, what is this?” Linkara asked, opening the box on the table curiously.
Harvey raised an eyebrow at her. “I know you don’t wear ‘em too often but I figured you’d recognize a dress when you see one,”
It was red and strappy and unlike anything else Linkara had in her wardrobe. Very obviously high quality, too.
“I know it’s a dress. What’s it for, though? I don’t have anywhere to wear something like this to,” Linkara asked, running her fingers over the delicate fabric.
“Sure you do. You’re coming out with me tonight,” Harvey said, leaning back in his chair.
“Oh really? I am?” Linkara asked, raising an eyebrow and fighting back a smile.
“I figure it’s about time you see what a night in the life of Harvey Finevoice is like,” Harvey said, shrugging.
Linkara’s grinned. Harvey was so secretive that this felt like a huge accomplishment.
“You didn’t have to buy me a dress, though. It must have been expensive,”
“I’ve got money. And besides, gotta have the dame on my arm be the prettiest, don’t I?” Harvey asked.
“Alright, I’ll wear it. But I’m no gun moll, Harvey Finevoice,” Linkara said, wagging her finger at him.
Harvey laughed. “Remind me to introduce you to Angie Falconetti,”
Linkara went to put the dress back in the box and that’s when she saw the thigh holster that had been hidden under the dress.
“Really?” Linkara asked, raising an eyebrow pointedly and holding up the holster.
“What?” Harvey asked, looking the very picture of innocence. Linkara didn’t believe it for a second. “Like I’d ask you to leave the Magic Gun at home,”
“And a shoulder holster like yours or my purse wouldn’t work?” Linkara asked.
“Shoulder holster’s too obvious with a dress, and there’s the risk of getting separated from a purse,” Harvey pointed out.
“Uh-huh. Sure. I suppose I should go try these on and make sure they fit, if we’re going out on the town later tonight,” Linkara said, picking up the box and taking it to her room.
“Jesus Christ, Harvey! Did you take my measurements in my sleep or something?” Linkara asked later, poking her head out of her door.
“Course not. I did ask Pollo for some help though. I take it from that reaction that everything fits?” Harvey called back from the kitchen.
“Like a glove. Note to self, tell the robot not to give out my measurements, because apparently that actually needs to be a rule,” Linkara said, walking into the room.
Harvey looked up from the paper, about to say something smart about next time getting her a dress that didn’t fit but was stopped by the sight in front of him. Linkara wasn’t exactly a stick, but that dress showed off her curves in all the right ways. He gave a low whistle of appreciation.
“You sure you don’t want to be my moll? I promise I’d treat you right,” he asked.
Linkara rolled her eyes.
“Flatterer. I should do actual make up, if I’m going to be wearing a dress like this. I wonder if Elisa’s on skype…” and Linkara went back to her room, passing 90s Kid in the hall, who stared at her for a few seconds.
“Dude. That was weird,” he said to Harvey and grabbing an energy drink from the fridge.
Harvey chuckled at 90s Kid’s perplexed expression and went back to the paper.
The Palace was in full swing when Harvey and Linkara arrived. Linkara couldn’t help staring in wonder at all the people and the music. There were people dancing - real dancing, not the grinding that happened at stereotypical nightclubs - and sitting around in booths drinking and laughing and everyone was all dressed up fancily.
“Welcome to my home away from home,” Harvey said with a flourish, leaning down and speaking into her ear.
There was a light to his face now, something about the tilt of his lips and the spark in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. This was where Harvey thrived, where he belonged. There was a cheer from a few of the booths as the other customers saw Harvey come in.
“Harvey! You singing tonight?” Someone called out, and Harvey laughed.
“Course I’m singing. You mooks can’t get by without me,”
“Who’s your friend, Harvey?” asked a man with dark hair and brown eyes. He was grinning.
“Linkara meet Tony, Tony this is Linkara,” Harvey said, gesturing between the two of them. “She’s off limits, you putz,”
“I’m hurt. I am a gentleman. And besides, you know my tastes,” Tony said, teasing.
“All too well,” Harvey said, rolling his eyes. “Is Falconetti here?”
“Of course. He and Angie are dancing right now,”
“You’ll like Angie,” Harvey said to Linkara.
It turned out that Angie was a feisty blonde with icy blue eyes, and she had no problem sitting herself down next to Linkara and telling her about how she and ‘Johnnie’ met when one of his friends had wolf-whistled at her when she walked by and made a dirty comment. Angie had stopped and punched him, breaking his nose. And Falconetti had just looked between his friend and Angie and then said “I think I love you. Want to go to dinner sometime?” and Angie’d said no and went on her way.
“He tracked me down and kept asking and giving me things until I said yes. It was both creepy and endearing,” Angie said, laughing at the memory.
Harvey and Falconetti were having their own hushed conversation, leaning a little out of the booth so that Linkara and Angie couldn’t hear them.
Linkara was having a good time, talking with Angie and listening to the band and watching people dance. Then Harvey leaned over to her and said “I’ve got to go take care of something. Stay here with Angie and Falconetti,”
She nodded, but frowned. If he was going to go to the bathroom or get ready to sing, he’d have just said, and people were smoking inside so that wasn’t it either.
Harvey left, and Linkara raised an eyebrow at Angie, who just shook her head.
“I don’t even bother asking anymore,” She said, moving her hand in a dismissive gesture.
That was when Tony came by and sat down in Harvey’s abandoned seat.
“I assume you saw O’Riley’s guys come in?” Tony asked Falconetti.
“I did,” Falconetti said tightly and glancing at Linkara significantly.
“Oh,” Tony said. “Gottcha,”
“Well I don’t, what did that look mean?” Linkara asked.
“Nothing, dollface,” Tony said. “Don’t you worry about it,”
Linkara glared, mouth tight, and grabbed Tony’s hand, bending his fingers back as far as she could.
“Number 1: You don’t get to call me dollface. Number 2: Tell me what the hell is going on or I break your fingers,” Linkara growled.
Tony grinned through his wince. “Not sure Harvey would appreciate me tattling. But why not, Harvey’s always more fun when he’s angry,”
“Tony,” Falconetti said in warning.
“You stay out of this,” Linkara snapped.
“I’m just saying that she might find Harvey in the alley, politely telling O’Riley’s men to leave,” Tony said.
Linkara cursed and shoved Tony out of the booth and ran to the exit into the alley. She wanted to storm out there and make sure Harvey was okay, but that might make things worse. Screw Falconetti, making Harvey go out there by himself against multiple people when he was still injured from the fight with Mechakara.
She opened the door slowly in time to see Harvey knee someone in the gut and send him to the ground. There were five of them there, excluding Harvey. One of them came up behind Harvey and spun him around, punching him and splitting his lip.
Linkara pulled her gun out of the thigh holster and opened the door as quietly as she could.
The air was cold, and no one had noticed the sudden appearance of a gun wielding girl in a red dress.
“Excuse me, boys,” Linkara said, and everyone paused. She waved, pointing her gun at O’Riley’s men.
“I told you to stay inside,” Harvey said, obviously displeased.
“You know me better than that,” Linkara said. “Now, I’m thinking that these nice guys are going to want to leave. Now. And not come back,”
The biggest of O’Riley’s goons stepped toward her, and Linkara pulled the trigger, shooting him in his arm.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, lady’s got a temper,” Harvey cautioned the men, and he pointed his own gun at them. “And so do I,”
They considered it for a second, and Linkara raised an eyebrow at them in challenge. They turned tail and ran out of the alleyway. Harvey put his gun back in its holster with an angry jab
“Next time I tell you to do something, do it,” Harvey said. “Especially here,”
“Please, I’ve taken on worse than them in my sleep,” Linkara said, putting her gun away too.
Harvey sighed and pulled her into a hug. “I’m just trying to protect you,”
“Seems to me that I was the one protecting you just now,” Linkara said with a grin.
“Seems that way, don’t it?” Harvey said kissing her temple and leading her back into the club with his arm still around her. “Does that mean you’ve reconsidered the offer to be my moll?”
“I don’t know,” Linkara said thoughtfully. “Angie got some pretty sweet gifts before she and Falconetti got together,”
Harvey laughed.
“And just what do you think you’re wearing, dollface?” he teased, stroking the fabric covering her side lightly.
Linkara smiled at him. “Spoony’ll fight you for me,”
Harvey sighed and put a hand over his heart. “And so our epic romance ends,”
Linkara tugged Harvey’s hat down playfully. “Maybe in another life,”
“Yeah, maybe,” Harvey said, before straightening his hat. “Now go enjoy yourself, I’ve got to get up on stage,”