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WHO: Tank Girl, Harley Quinn
WHERE: An abandoned factory.
WHEN: Night of June 24th.
WARNINGS: Explosions?
SUMMARY: Explosions! Also, lesbianism.
FORMAT: whatevs

So. Tank had a date.

Granted, it was born more out of just finding Harley incredibly hot and possible bonding over musical taste - with the added bonus of her being a bit off her rocker - and not so much pure romantic interest, but to be honest, pure romantic interest wasn't why people dated all the time. Before Booga? Tank had a long record of short, bizarre relationships, as well as one night stands. And without the furry git around, and Laurie still back at her own kind of Earth, she didn't exactly run around in a monogamous circle.

So, dressed in an 80's biker punk kind getup - bit Joan Jett, really - she let the engines roar, rolling on through the street, coming on to... a chocolate shop.

Harley was a bit crazy - and a bit girlier than Tank was used to dating. Whatever.

She let the engine idle, waiting for Harley to pop out and hop on.

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Harley was still in clown get up, but the comm was put away and she did a few flips, landing on the sidewalk outside the chocolate shop. People stared and gasped and some called for a hero to save them, but Harley just smiled and waited for her new friend to show up.

She was a little naive, so the date thing kind of went over her head. She used to do this kind of stuff with Poison Ivy, but she was being bitter nowadays and Catwoman was a sour puss over the Bats.

Maybe even Shego could even join them and Harley could have some new sirens to play with~

She heard the engines long before Tank parked her bike. Harley grinned, running up and running her hand over the handlebars.

"Hot ride!" She squeaked before hopping on the back seat and wrapping her arms around Tank.

"Thanks. Built it from scratch!" Didn't take her any time at all to get on and get close. She was used to his. Good! Meant she didn't have to throw her a helmet. Or wear one herself.

She peeled out, pushing the engine to its maximum speed, figuring Harley would get a kick out of that. Doing well over 100, swerving through traffic - it was always good for a quick thrill.

"WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO STOP OFF AT MY GARAGE FOR THE EXPLOSIVES!" Tank yelled out, trying to get over the roar of the engine, still diving through the city - though, really, it wouldn't take long to get there, at this speed.

A minute or so later? They turned up at it, having to actually slow down so they don't go crashing through anything before parking.

Kickstand up, swiveling off the seat, and throwing up the door to her own private garage, on the edge of the city. Rather big. Had to be, to contain all her usual things.

The centerpiece of the garage?

That M1-A1 tank.

On the walls and shelves, tools aplenty, as well as fuel, flamethrowers, rocket launchers, grenades, plastic explosives - and so much more.

Grinned wide.

"Like what you see?"

"Ooo~" was all Harley got out before Tank went on a roll. The wind in her face and a smile on her lips, Harley threw her head back and took in the pleasure from riding a motorcycle. She missed hers, sitting at home, but she liked this one too, riding on the back for once, and not giving a damn if they crash or fly.

She barely heard anything Tank said except explosives. She hollered, "YIPPEE!" as they sped past cars and taxis and concerned citizens.

Then they stopped and she was almost disappointed until Tank opened up the garage door.

Oh.

Harley liked.

"You're a girl after my own heart," Harley gushed, racing toward the toys like a kid in a candy shop. She picked through the small things like grenades and OK, the bazooka was too cool to pass up.

Shego had terrible timing. Well, it wasn't her fault she was practically on the opposite side of the City when she got the invite from Harley.

She had found herself standing in front of the chocolate shop as soon as Harley and Tank rode off. The green woman cursed, grabbed a boy who just happened to be slowing down on his motorbike in front of the shop, threw him off the bike with the keys still in the ignition. The green woman ignored the screams for police, situated herself on the seat, revved up the engine, and sped off after them.

Soon she found them stopped in front of a garage, and she watched them enter. Shego let the bike carelessly fall to the side as she hopped off, and followed them.

She was told that ninjas were noisier than her, but maybe they'll notice a green woman had followed them into the garage.

Of course, she wouldn't give them time for that.

"Impressive."

Tank turned to the woman - Shego. Well, okay. This could be a good or bad thing. Tank was intending to run just with Harley on this, but she's talked with this girl before, and, okay, she was pretty hot too. Man, what was it with all these crazy women and skintight clothing? Tank wore: Casual, Crazy, or, just as often, Nothing. But, really, this could work for her.

Preeeeeetty sure Shego was straight, but who knows! Maybe she could finagle a threesome.

Tank pulled a grenade out of her teeth to speak.

"Yo. Oy, Harley, did you invite her to this? Not that I mind."

Then she walked up to her tank, popped open the top, and started dropping in equipment she was gonna drag along.

And she heard that dry, sarcasm behind her. Harley turned, nearly dropping a dozen grenades in the process, and squealed.

"TANK!" She called over her shoulder as she actually did drop the grenades that time and run over to pounce Shego. "This is my buddy! Do ya mind?"

And hey, if the situation arose, she wouldn't mind a three way either. Just saying, Harley is very affectionate.

Shego's eyes widen as Harley literally pounced on her. Shego plus physical contact that had nothing to do with fighting does not make a happy green girl.

But she was willing to tolerate it. For five seconds.

Unfortunately, she was unaware she was joining up with two women who swung both ways. But hey, she was open-minded about that sort of thing.

Nothing wrong with experimenting.

"Yeah, I was invited." She said nonchalantly as she tried to wiggle out of Harley's grasp.

"...so we're taking a tank. Figures."

"Well, hey, you can't fit a rocket launcher onto a motorcycle without fucking up the weight of the thing. So. Grab what you like and drop it in, then drop in yourself." Tank said, now going to the back of the garage.

There was a record player there. And some vinyls. Aretha Franklin, just like Tank said. They'd play it while blowing shit up.

Threw open a fridge in the back.

"Take your booze of choice while you're at it!" She kept on, getting a bottle of vodka, taking the record player, vinyl, and bottle of vodka all at once. Dropped into the tank.

Then jumped in herself.

Harley finally let go, but kept an arm around Shego's waist. She was a touchy-feely person and could touch any poisonous or deranged person she could! Don't hate on her love, soul sister.

This was turning out to be more exciting and fun than she originally anticipated. Harley let go of Shego completely to start gathering a sack full of grenade and a bazooka. She loaded it up into the tank before turning toward the fridge to grab herself a bottle of Port wine.

"C'mon, Green!" She giggled, hopping in after Tank.

Now now, she wasn't exactly hating, but she was extremely irked. It felt as though a weight of annoyance was lifted as soon as the harlequin-girl let go of her, and ran off to grab weapons.

Shego watched her grab grenades and bazookas, before she went off to grab stuff on her own. She wasn't exactly the weapon-y sort, having the gift of whatever the hell that green power of hers was. But still, she grabbed some grenades and...oh! a flamethrower.

She followed their actions by heading over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of Tequila, and grimaced at the nickname. Nevertheless, with booze and weapons in tow, she jumped into the tank.

Edited 2009-06-25 04:39 (UTC)

This tank was a bit... different from most. For one, it had more interior space than most. It still wasn't the glorious 'fit a goddamn bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom into it' size she used to have, but still, plenty enough space to drop all this inside and still be roomy to sit in.

Secondly. Outlets.

In went the record player, and on went Aretha. Chain of fools, specifically.

"You're gonna wanna buckle up. Seriously."

Thirdly.

This bad motherfucker moved.

Punched the gas and hauled ass, slamming a button on the dash that closed the garage door behind them. Speeding down the street and towards the target of that desolate factory they could blow up with impunity - no superheroes showing up to give them shit.

Harley could not say she had ever been inside a tank before. It was spacious and she danced through the explosives and weaponry. As far as Harley knew, every tank should be like Tank's from now on.

"La, la, la!" she hummed the opening to the song and did not pay attention to Tank's warning. The next second, she was thrown back , right on her butt as the tank began to move out the garage and down the street.

"OOF!" She stood up, back against metal and rubbed her head.

Shego was extremely impressed with how many people and things Tank's tank could hold. Sure, she had never been inside a normal tank before, but from what little knowledge she had of tanks, this one was definitely impressive.

She sat down, resting the grenades, flamethrower, and bottle of vodka between her crossed legs. She lurched forward a little as the vehicle started to move, but hey, she was better off than Harley.

"Shoulda listened to Tank, Harl," Shego chuckled, wiggling her foot to the beat of the song. Sure, she didn't exactly know the song, but it was catchy nevertheless.

Cranked up the speed. Didn't wanna waste any time in getting to their destination. To do that?

Took it off-road. That's what tanks were made to handle, after all. Also meant no goddamn traffic to swerve through.

Pushed it into a few higher gears, and let the speed pour on, while they tore ass to get to the edge of the city.

Once there? Parked - rather abruptly.

"Alright, out out out - time to get nuts on old brick and mortar."

Popped the top, climbed out, hauling some weaponry with her, with the bottle of vodka clumsily held in her teeth.

One big ass factory, right in plain sight.

"Well. Only basic rule is we don't kill each other. Other'n that?"

Pulled a grenade launcher out.

"Have fun."

"And miss this?" Harley tried to stand up, wobbling on two feet before falling back again. She laughed, rolling over and looking up at Shego. She tugged on her pant leg. "Liiiighten uppppp."

They rolled on, and surprisingly Batman did not stop them to ruin their joy ride through the City. Harley squealed as they finally came to a stop and Tank ordered the girls to get the hell out of her tank. Harley followed orders like a good trooper, gathering her weapons of choice, especially that bazooka, and crawling out.

The factory was beautiful.

"I'VE GOT THE SMOKE STACKS!" Harley called out, lifting the bazooka over her shoulder and aiming. Ready, set-- "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

BOOM!

Edited 2009-06-26 03:18 (UTC)

Shego stared at Harley when she tugged at her pant leg. Once again, touching that had nothing to do with fighting? Not her thing. Nevertheless, she said nothing, and soon, voila, they arrived.

She grabbed the flamethrower, her grenades, as well as her tequila ~~not vodka hurr durr typo~~ and somehow managed to follow Harley up the tank with all that crap in tow.

The woman jumped out, eyeballing the factory with a malevolent glint in her eye, ready to blow shit up.

Of course, Harley beat her to it, launching a bazooka at the smoke stacks. Oh well, might as well follow through. She activated her grenade and threw it at the building. A few seconds later another BOOM followed Harley's, and Shego grinned, readying her flamethrower as she ran over to the opposite side of the factory, weapon a-blazin'.

Sure, she could just use her green energy, but weapons were more fun.

Tank whistled to herself as she calmly circled the building, popping off shots with her grenade launcher. Blowing up segments of the factory, delighting in the feeling of just being able to really cut loose again. Just. Blow shit up.

God, it felt good.

"Ohhhh, chain chain chain, chain chain chain, chain of fooools..."

Popped another shot off. Clink.

BOOM.

"A-yo-yo, when we've torn most of this building to shit, I say we take one shot apiece with the cannon on the thing, to really salt the fucking earth..."

BANG, BANG. One stack went down, crashing into the roof and Harley howled in delight, She dropped her bazooka and scurried into the tank to pick up her bottle of red wine before really getting down to business.

Out on the playing field, she watched Tank and Shego really make some music with Aretha Franklin as back up. The fireworks were beautiful that night, and Harley uncorked her bottle and took a dainty sip as she watched fire blaze.

If only she had a lighter and a few more bottles of wine.

Instead, Harley turned to her grenade. She round one up like a pitch and THREW, aiming for one of the windows on the second floor.

BINGO! There was another explosion and debris.

"Really, Tank?" She responded wide-eyed at Tank's suggestion as glass shattered with another grenade.

Shego popped open her bottle of Tequila and chugged, enjoying the thrill of burning shit to the ground with background music.

For a moment, she wondered why she never did stuff like this back at home, in her universe.

And then she remembered Tank telling her that she lived in a rated G world, and that was probably one of the reasons why she rarely drank booze and completely destroy things. Although Kimmie's nasty habit of blowing up every single lair was seemingly acceptable.

It just wasn't fair.

Over the sound of explosions and burning, she heard Tank say something about using a cannon. Oh sweet.

Shego took another swig of her booze. "Sounds like a plan."

"Of course really." Tank said, tossing the grenade launcher behind her now - empty. Popped the vodka open, chugged it in one go. Good times were turning into great times.

"I mean - I've got a tank, it has a cannon, I have cannon rounds for it. Would be a waste not to use it."

Opted to go back into the tank - and drag out an anti-tank rifle from it.

Pull the trigger, and down went some more walls.

Fuck. This was perfect. She didn't get to do ANYTHING like this with Laurie.

"MORE! MORE! MORE!" And Harley barely did this with her own friends. She only remembered one who was...who always...she nearly dropped the gun and bottle in her hands, but kept going strong for more destruction.

She took a modest sip of wine before putting the bottle down. Harley backed up and did a few flips before flinging two grenades at the factory.

Boom, boom, my baby shot me down.

Harley giggled before turning to Tank and running towards her. She threw her arms around her neck and peered over her shoulder at the damage.

"Wow."

And unlike Shego, Tank could appreciate a bit of affection like this. Especially since she was kind of flirting with her beforehand anyway.

Squeezed back a little, smirking.

"Having a helluva time, eh?"

"A big waste if you ask me. Hell, I wish we used tanks back at home instead of those stupid little robot toys."

Shego glanced over at Harley hugging Tank, and she smirked. Thank god, the girl finally learned to hug someone else for a change. Why was she always stuck with the clingy people?

She grew bored with her weapon, tossed one final grenade at the place and tossed her empty bottle of Tequila over her shoulder. Hands illuminated with green energy, she went along blasting whatever remained of the place, ignoring the flamethrower.

Like she'd interrupt Tank and Harley's flirting.

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Sha la la crashing this~

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