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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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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!

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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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