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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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"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.

"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.

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.

"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.

Edited 2014-03-24 08:53 (UTC)

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.

"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."

"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.

"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.

"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.

Once Detta finishes off the bottle, she hurls it at the wall, cackling wildly, shifting a little back and forth in her seat, excitedly. It's the wrong color, but if anything's a forspecial mallet, that is.

"Shee-yit, honky, lookit dem little bulgey parts. I betchu c'n prob'ly break dem off real easy by demselves, take the breakin' nice an' slow. I ain't been able to break so slow since I had legs!"

Harley looked thoughtful and cast a glance around the room.

"Well you can try it by hand or I could try to find ya something to hit it with." She glanced back to Detta with a fire in her eyes. "Break it as slow as you want. Savor each minute."

All the while in the back of her head the gears were spinning away. She liked Suzie...really she did. But someone like Detta could really be handy given the right situation.

Or fun...so much fun. The way she was looking at the mallet gave Harley delighted chills.

Detta smiles widely. It was the kind of smile that gives a person chills to look at--if that person wasn't Harley Quinn. "Think I will."

She scoots herself until she's right next to the wall at the head of the bed, her stumps hangin' off the ledge, breaks the first bulgey part off--

--and slams it against the wall, letting go of it just in time to not get cut.

"I liked dat," Detta Walker says and she breaks off another bulgey bit.

Harley sighed delighted and twisted about on the bed so she could sit leaning into her mountain of pillows and watching Detta do her destructive deeds. It was fascinating. It was fun!

It was the start of a beautiful and highly unhealthy friendship.

It was a pleasure to break again. Harley's mallet was nearly as good as the forspecial plate. Detta's breathing heavily by the time she finishes off the spun-glass mallet and turns to face Harley. "Whatchu think 'bout dat?"

Harley leaned forward from her seat, unable to hide the blush in her cheeks. She had seen alot of reactions to breaking things, but this was the first time she had in person witnessed someone enjoying the senseless destruction on such a passionate level. Her lust for ruin was something Doctor Quinzel could write an entire book about.

But Dr. Quinzel wasn't playing right now. Harley was and she purred at Detta "That was beautiful." She sighed happily. "I wish I had another one for you."

"Dey gave us a copy of de gun we came wit'," Detta says with regret, "but we broke it together. Even Oh-detta helped wit' dat one."

"No kidding?" Harley stretched feeling the weight of the evening and all their drinking finally weighing on her. "Bet it's not often the three of you agree on anything so passionately huh? What's special about the gun?"

"It was-- his." Roland's, she means. Better not speak the old bastard's name, it might call him up.

Edited 2014-03-24 10:15 (UTC)

"Huh...alright no need to worry. It's gone now. And so's the mallet. Because you are both very scary, and very strong." She encouraged not wanting to risk turning Detta down a less happy and satisfied path till it was necessary.

"Yeah," Detta says, a nasty self-satisfied smirk on her face. "Yeah, I am."

And then, surprising even herself, she reaches over to gently (gently?) touch Harley's cheek. "Thanks... Harley."

It's the first time Detta's used the other woman's name.

Harley's cheeks darkening a little more and she finds herself nuzzling into the touch like a cat.

"Anytime Detta." Harley would have to think up an appropriate affectionate nickname for Detta since "Legs" was more of a blanket nickname for all three of them.

All she knew for sure is that this particular experiment was a rousing success.

Detta slides down on the bed 'til she's lying down level with Harley. She yawns, then hiccups, then yawns again.

"Think de booze's goin' t' my head," she confesses.

An unfortunate thought struck Harley and she knew she'd have to clear it up before Detta passed out. So she affectionately brushed back some stray strands of the woman's hair and dragged a pillow out of her pile so Detta could rest her head.

"So when you wake up, will it be you or SuzieQ?" She wondered, already imagining the shock and confusion on Susannah's face waking up in such a messy room.

"Prob'bly her," Detta confirms. "Y'r gonna have some 'splainin' to do." She yawns again. "But I tol' you, she'll know what happened. She knows me."

Harley smirked and reached up to flick off the remaining lamp throwing the room into darkness.

"Goodnight Detta~ We'll play again soon I hope."

But she smiled into her pillow because if she had any say in the matter it would be sooner rather then later.

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oh shit harley's got a crush doesn't she?

Lil bit! :3

but the other two are dating eddie

It wouldn't be her first unrequited crush.

no wonder she's gonna try to conjure her up next arena they're in

She just wants her destructive crazy friends~

I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS HELPING

WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HELPING?

OMG HARLEY NO

Bwhaahahaha~