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[dividedgirlofmine]

Who| Susannah and Harley (Closed)
What| A sleepover turns into a bit of headshrinking
Where| Harley's room in the D9 suite
When| backdated to the night of Susannah's first day back after the arena, after the drinks mentioned in this thread
Warnings/Notes| Manipulative Harley, strong chance of Detta Walker being conjured up Detta Walker is definitely in this log with everything that fucking implies in the link



"I'm afraid, Doctor Quinn," Susannah says with exaggerated care, "that I am quite sloshed."

She's on Harley's bed, the two of them sort of tumbled into it (Susannah with Harley's help) after their night of drinking, and so far Susannah's made no motion to return to her wheelchair and travel the next floor up to her own room and bed.

She's not entirely sure if 'quite sloshed' is the correct term for her current level of inebriation, but she's definitely a wee tiny bit drunk. Maybe a little more. Not so much her words are slurred, really, but enough to feel a bit muzzy-headed. And why not? She wasn't in the arena. She wasn't on the job. She didn't need to worry someone would murder her if she relaxed a little bit.

"Quite sloshed," she repeats herself. "What's your diagnosis, sugar? Doctor. Doctor Sugar?"

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[revvinguptheharley]

Harley giggled "Well then drink it faster~ Or find something else to throw." A finger tickled at her side. "I'm thinking you can't aim for shit when you're soused."

[dividedgirlofmine]

Susannah rips out the twisty straw and chugs the rest of bottle down, then whips the bottle at the offending vase. It crashes into the vase and both go down with a resounding smash.

"Dat piece a' shit ain't nothin'," Detta declares scornfully. "Wasn't even ten feet from me."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley pumped her fists in the air with a cheer "Damn girl! No mercy for the over priced pottery! I love it" She giggled and offered the bag of chips. "Want some more?"

She was practically buzzing with excitement. The shift in Susanah's launguage had been subtle up till now but that last sentence had the subtly of a car jacking.

[dividedgirlofmine]

Detta snatches the bag away from Harley and scarfs down a bunch of chips before answering: "Whatchu got, honky?"

It's amazing, really. She even looks different this way. Oh, her face and body and clothes are all the same as Susannah, but on Detta the beautiful face is strangely ugly and malevolent--or if it's a kind of beauty, it's the kind of beauty you'd find in desolation, in destruction.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Well I've got cotton candy, pretzels, these neat little triangles of like, nacho dust covered chips with a gooey cheese center." Harley rattled off and slid off the bed to her snack stash, kneeling on the floor while she dug through.

"And these bricks of salted noodles which they tell you to eat dry but I think they are basically Ramen noodles if you've had those before." She was carrying on as if nothing had changed, all the while keeping a keen eye on Detta.

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Once 'r twice," Detta says, guardedly. She's looking down at Harley like she isn't sure if the other woman's friend or foe. "You know dat other bitch's passed out, right?"

[revvinguptheharley]

"I didn't know if she was aware what had happened or not." Harley hopped back up on the bed with a bag that had her face on it and squeezed the bottom till it popped open with the sound of a small explosion. Once it was open she held it over to Detta, inside was blue, red and purple puffs of cotton candy.

"Nice to meetcha Detta~" She grinned. "I love the way you throw bottles."

[dividedgirlofmine]

Detta shrugs. "Both dem bitches are too tuckered out to even raise a peep, even if dey are gonna remember dis shit come mornin'. We ain't sep'rated 'nough fer them not t'. Ain't like it was 'for or with Mia--dat was the demon possessin' us f'r a while. Stupid honky bitch! She stole our body just t' get knocked up."

She grabs greedily at the cotton candy.

"Least someone 'preciates me," she mutters. Susannah hadn't let her take the wheel for anythin' since that little whiteboy had found her in the museum, stupid prissy bitch.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Well sure! I only know a little about you though. Like you love to break stuff." A playful wink "I once drove an actual live bull through a china shop just to see what it would sound like. It was beautiful! I made it my ring tone for awhile!" She grinned taking a bit of cotton candy for herself.

"I'm betting there's a whole lot more to you then stunning good looks and breaking things though huh?" She inquired.

[dividedgirlofmine]

Detta cackles with laughter, just picturing it. "Shit, honky, that sounds de-vine." She ends up grinning at Harley before stuffing more of the cotton candy back in her mouth. "An' dere's always fuckin' wit' honkies. Used t' get in cars wit' dem whiteboys and make out wit' dem and den wen dey wanted to put deir cocks up me I'd push dem off and run da fuck away. All-time roadhouse champeen Detta Walker, dat's me."

She cocks her head to the side. "Y' think I'm pretty? Me, not dem other bitches?"

[revvinguptheharley]

Another unstable laugh, Harley had so many of them and she grinned even brighter.

"Aw I think the other bitches are pretty too, but you? Pretty~" She changed the inflection of her voice and fluttered her eyelashes to make the point.

"And super cool from the sounds of it. Like ice. Like I dunno if Suzie-Q or fancy girl would have liked my home that much, but you'd fit right in Gotham City girl."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Dat so?" Detta sounds a little skeptical. "An' what makes y' think they got any time for me dere?" She's nothing but a legless black petty thief, after all.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Because Gotham is a place for all sorts! There's a guy who mutated his body to look like an alligator, a girl girl who is so obsessed with shiny things they named her after that bird you know, Magpie? And me! A sociopath crazy girl who dresses up like a clown, steals cars, blows stuff up and steals whatever she wants."

Casually reaching over she stroked a finger along Detta's stump shamelessly, half expecting to get hit for it. "Besides it's not about what you don't have, it's what you do have. And I can see a strength in you."

[dividedgirlofmine]

Detta doesn't hit her--instead she grabs Harley by the wrist and squeezes hard. "Careful, honky," she warns, before letting her go again.

"Dat does sound kinda int'restin'," she admits. "Ain't stolen anythin' in ferever. Dem other bitches don't 'prove. Dey ain't so hot on breakin' shit either."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley grinned sheepishly at being grabbed and obediently put her hand back in her lap.

"Well stealing stuff around here is mostly pointless, you can just buy what you want or bully a sponsor into getting it for you." Harley reasoned. "But breaking stuff is ALWAYS a good time. Maybe they just need to learn how to do it and have fun."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Dey know how to do it," Detta says flatly. "Dat bitch Susannah'll even do it from time t' time, if she c'n find a good excuse. But I don' need no fuckin' excuse. I do it 'cause I like it. I do it 'cause it feels good. I do it 'cause dat's what I do."

[revvinguptheharley]

"And because you're damn good at it!" Harley declared. "Better then both of them combined I bet." She winked. "So do you just...not get to come out and play unless it's an arena?" She wondered and took a lamp off her night stand offering it to Detta for the purpose of senseless destruction.

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Dese days, yeah," Detta confirms. "Miss Susie don' want her man findin' out about me just yet or her little whiteboy friend neither. She's ashamed of me, never mind I'm halfa what made her want she is! An' Miss O-detta's more use th'n me in dis shithole. She got the manners an' all date useless shit."

Detta takes the offered lamp, looks at it, looks at Harley, and then heaves it directly at the wall. The pleased sound she makes at the crash is positively obscene.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley joins her in the noise sighing happily watching the bits of glass bounce off the floor. Some poor Avox would be in to clean that up after they passed out but for now she'd just avoid walking too close to that side of the room.

"Well what other stuff do ya like? Music and hobbies and stuff? Play like the Capitol has something for everyone if you know where to look. Maybe it'll help find some more common ground." She reasoned as she took out another bottle of something blue and took a swig.

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Math," Detta says, "I'm fond of a little bit a' ars mathematica an' dat's somethin' neither of dem bitches have any time for. 'Specially Oh-detta with her fancy poitry." She shrugs. "Dere music ain't bad. But dey don' sing de best songs." By which she means the obscene ones.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley could hardly help herself from barking out with laughter.

"Math? Really?! I mean that's totally awesome and all." She giggled, "I just haven't met as many people who love senseless destruction AND math. You really are one of a kind." She praised.

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Dat's right I am," Detta crows and she grabs the booze from Harley's hands and takes a long, hard swig. "Dey need my help to do anythin' complicated wit' numbers."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Harley meanwhile rose to her feet and sauntered across the floor swaying her hips side to side in good impression of a drunken swagger.

"Well since Suzie and I already had our fun, and I dunno if Odetta would like me all that much anyway, how about I offer up a little gift to my new friend Detta huh?"

She turned back around holding a beautiful, hand crafted, blown glass imitation of her beloved mallet from back home. The detail was breathtaking down to the little grooves in the food and the dents in either side of the head from countless crimes Harley had committed with the real deal. It even had a tiny inscription of H <3 J on the handle. So delicate, so expensive.

So utterly useless.

"Ya know...once you finish that bottle." She added with a devilish smile watching Detta's eyes.

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Dat for me?" Detta purrs.

Susannah was going to have such a hangover in the morning.

In a way, that made it even better for Detta. She chugs the bottle down, not caring if some of it spills onto Susannah's pretty red yellow sundress, staining it. That made it better too. She was dirty, she ought to look dirty.

[revvinguptheharley]

"All for you~" Harley purred right back and carried it over holding it lightly in her skilled hands.

"A little something to remember our first meeting. To new friends!" she declared sitting on the bed and holding the mallet so Detta could get a better look at what must have been countless hours, possibly days of horrible, grueling labor by a master artisan.