[OPEN] ain't no party like a D̴̡̀R̶̵̶A̷̵̡̛͜G̷͟ ̀҉̸̀͢Q͝҉͟͏U҉͘͟͜͡Ȩ͜҉͞E̷͢Ņ ̷̷̕Ṕ̷̧̛͞A̷͟R̸̛̕Ţ̀́Y̵̴

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Who| Oceana Gunn and all you party people
What| Oceana's throwing the craziest party of the year to celebrate the end of the Arena, and you're invited. Feel free to mingle, post open starters, and tag around to your heart's content!
Where| Her bachelor(ette) pad in the Capitol
When| Post-Arena, pre-Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Uhhh. Drugs, alcohol, sex, language, etc are all possibilities within!



It's high time that someone threw a really great party in this town.

Oceana's been laying low, working on costumes for the upcoming Crowning and watching her babies kick ass in the Arena, but after a while she gets an itch. An itch to invite hundreds of strangers to her penthouse apartment, dress up in her most sickening clothes, and let the booze pour. So that's exactly what she does. Invitations are sent out, crates of liquor are ordered, food is catered in, and the lights are dimmed way down low.

Her apartment is spacious, minimally decorated because it looks fucking cool and she's barely around anyway, and full of dark corners. The living room has a huge table full of finger foods along one wall, a champagne fountain, and a full bar with virtually endless liquor. The music is loud as hell, and the drag queen has even gone to the trouble of paying people to come early and dance, so that the dance floor is never empty.

The hostess herself will be mingling all evening; the glass of vodka in her hand is never empty, and always garnished with at least six olives. She may not be the classiest bitch in the capitol, but it's apparent by looking around that she knows how to throw a killer soirée.

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Oceana's eyebrows only go higher and higher as Harley babbles about her markers. "Fuck," she remarks, "I'd go to town huffing that shit if I were you. Give me a cherry one and I'm in heaven."

The queen waggles one black-manicured finger at the mentor. "As long as you don't fuck up any pictures of my perfect mug, you heard?"

[revvinguptheharley]

Eyes lighting up at the throw away comment Harley twists about to fetch a small matching bag she'd had hidden and with flourish produces a red, cherry scented marker.

"You just ring me up if you want anymore. It's not like I'll be running out soon." She giggles and then winks "If I was rude enough to deface one of your pictures they'd have to invent a punishment bad enough to fit the crime."

To be honest it hadn't occurred to her to just get high off the scent of the markers, probably because she was already doing it unintentionally. She'd originally just bought them because they reminded her of childhood and the smells were really very accurate. Was there nothing Capitol Science couldn't improve?

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Oceana cackles as she's handed the marker, and immediately she goes to twist off the cap and take a deep breath. "Shit," she breathes, "That shit's good." And strong. Whoever manufactured these wasn't messing around; one good huff and she's a bit woozy. She caps the marker again and sticks it down her faux-cleavage.

"Thanks, girlfriend."

[revvinguptheharley]

The look on Harley's face could be directly compared to that of a puppy who has just been told she was good. If she had a tail it would be wagging wildly behind her but instead she just beams with pride.

"What can I say? I'm a huge fan. You always strut around with so much confidence you know? Like you could gut someone with just your words and look perfect while doing it! Kinda reminds me of someone back home now that I say it out loud."

Idly in the back of Harley's mind she wondered if Oceana was a cat person.

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The queen shrugs her bony shoulders, trying and failing to look modest and nonchalant. "I mean, I totally could, don't get me wrong. But I'm a taken woman, now, so my wild man-eater days are over."

She leans in conspiratorially. "But it doesn't mean I can't still have a good time, you know?"

[revvinguptheharley]

She drew closer to match Oceana's conspiratorial nature expecting some kind of juicy gossip about her current romance, but what she heard was enough to set her cheeks flushed and start her laughing gleefully.

"Well I should hope so! What's the point of being with someone if you can't have fun right? I mean love and lust are two great tastes that go great together but they work as appetizers too...or should I say Appa-teasers?" She burst into giggles at her own stupid joke as per usual.

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Oceana laughs, swaying backward a little bit. Mostly because she still hasn't forgotten that, as far as she's concerned, Harley's off her nut. She's nice and all, of course, but still. Probably best to keep her distance, physically speaking.

"Good lord," she scoffs, teasing, "how much booze have you had? Do I need to have the bartender cut your ass off?"

[revvinguptheharley]

She held up her drink to indicate just that one and she winked.

"You don't need to be drunk to love stupid jokes. And I don't plan on flying off the rails too far tonight. I may be a bad girl but I'm coloring within the lines. I don't wanna be dragged outta here tonight."

Because the tabloids had a nice series of photos in stock labeled "Harley Quinn being thrown out of parties."

"It's a new year and I'm a new me!" She declared rising to her feet and drawing an X on her chest with her finger. "Cross my heart."