It could be her head wasn't screwed on just right.

[revvinguptheharley]

Who: Harley Quinn and You
When: Before the Space Arena
What: Harley needs a little Christmas, right this very minute
Where: moping about the tribute towers
Warnings: It's Harley so be on your guard.

Of all the little Jewish girls growing up on Gotham, Harley had often prided herself on loving Christmas more then anyone else. She was always in Holiday plays though her school years and once her criminal career had gotten started she made sure that even her crimes had a level of festivity to them.

But as the Capitol began gearing up for another flashy, flamboyant and overblown celebration of the season...she just couldn't find it in her heart to get excited. She remembered fondly the year when she and Ivy had kidnapped Bruce Wayne for Christmas. Ivy had used her pheromones to make him their slave for the night and they'd used him to go on a shopping spree. It was great until they almost accidentally killed him by knocking him in an elevator shaft. ...of course they had been planning on killing him anyway but that was when Batman arrived and ruined their fun. There was no Batman here though. And all his little birds who had shown up had been promptly killed never to be seen again.

Harley felt a longing for her home when normally she was able to squash it down with laughter. Those close to Harley might notice the girl becoming more subdued as they drew closer to December. By December first she was hardly wearing her scandalous, trashy or flamboyant clothes and was lounging around in more subdued and plain boring outfits. Even in the training hall when she showed up for her daily routine she'd exchanged her shamelessly short shorts and tanktop for a much more modest track suit. And she was drinking more, which usually had her laughing too loud, or shouting, or sobbing. If regular Harley had no problem sharing her emotions, drunken Harley was extra noisy about it.

Spending her day alternating between laying around the District Nine common area, half heartedly training, drinking at the bar or laying stretched out on a sofa in the Tribute Tower Common area, Harley was clearly doing her best impression of an angst riddled teenager in a grown woman's body. And perhaps most worrying of all was she hadn't spontaneously broken anything in a whole two weeks.

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[revvinguptheharley]

She just loves flustering young men, it's a joy that breaks through even her feelings of listlessness and she sits up again reaching out to run her fingers through his hair teasingly tousling it.

"That's the only way to live. Life is all about experiences ain't it?" And if this world was any indication there were plenty much more enjoyable experiences she'd rather be having.

[infinitemayonnaise]

Tousling his hair gets a sort of nervous hurr-hurr-hurr giggle out of him, because he still has no idea how he has managed this.

"Well, yeah! It's all about experience and adventure!" It's this mindset that led Nitou to end up with an ancient magical creature living inside him, after all. He wonders if she'd be impressed by that. Impressing her seems like a good idea.

[revvinguptheharley]

Lounging back in her seat she nodded and sighed once more.

"Yeah it really ought to be. But it's alot more about survival these days. And doing whatever it takes to stay alive. It sure ain't living though." It was very important to define the difference between living and survival in Harley's opinion.

"What do you do when you feel like life is getting in the way of having adventures?" The only adventures she could have anymore had to happen before curfew and after she took care of her mentor duties.

[infinitemayonnaise]

Nitou gives her a grin. "That's when I go looking for opportunity." He nods in self-satisfaction. "Kinda hard to find it around here, but hey, I get it where I can--like mysterious bags of food!"

[revvinguptheharley]

"Well there's something to be said for low standards I guess." She mused leaning back on her seat and tucking her hands behind her head.

"I guess I've just let myself get spoiled waiting for the next big thing when there are so many little things I should be wasting my time with to distract myself from all the stuff I don't wanna think about." Here she winked and tried to imagine a children's cartoon where that was the moral to an episode.

"Still as far as low hanging fruit goes, you're a sweetie." she added.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"I think you gotta pace it--like a lot of little appetizers before the main dish!" Nitou always did have a way with food metaphors.

And at that last comment, well, he's clearly smitten. "Aw, well, y'know, I try."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Aw but I hate pacing myself!" She whined wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hanging off him like a teenage girl despite being years beyond that stage in her life.

"I hope you're not full then, I'm dragging you out for dessert sushi. Cake and fruit and cream and chocolate fondu. All we can eat!"

And she would savor however much time of stringing this boy along as she could squeeze out of him. Who knew if he was good enough to him she might give him a thrill.

[infinitemayonnaise]

Nitou is absolutely fine with her hanging off of him like that. He is even more fine with the thought of more food. "You serious? That'd be great!" He doesn't seem at all adverse to being strung along for a bit of adventure, at least.

Good place to end for now?

[revvinguptheharley]

I think so!

[infinitemayonnaise]