I got someone if you wanna get wasted; I got a place if you wanna...

[itistolaugh]

WHO: Harley Quinn and Rhys
WHERE: Heropa, some bar
WHEN: Pre-swear in, after this call
WHAT: ~~~A DATE~~~
WARNINGS: Probably some nerd shit.


[ Harley lives in Heropa so she gets to the bar first, even after taking the time to change into something nice. "Nice" here meaning tight, short, indecently low cut, and vibrantly red. No chance of a missed connection here.

She's sitting at the bar, not too close to the door so she doesn't look too eager, but somewhere easy for Rhys to see her when he arrives. She'll pass the time by chatting with a bartender.

Okay, fine, she's flirting, but only a little bit. For the sake of discounts. ]

Comments

[promotional]

[Did someone say business casual? Because Rhys heard it and took it to heart; he's been training himself to acclimate in bits and pieces to 'modern' fashion as this world dictates. Doesn't mean he isn't a fan of long skinny ties that you never see the tail of, but today it's a simple button up-- a blue-grey-- with half rolled sleeves. Jeans of all things, to show that he's capable of dressing down for a night of fun.

Harley is right to think there's little chance of Rhys making his way right to her. Kind of hard to miss the lady. She leaves an impression. Smoother than he'll manage to be the rest of the night combined, he takes a seat by her at the bar as soon as someone's vacates it (takes about two minutes of awkward waiting, good thing they only wanted to order a drink and walk away).]

Sorry to keep you waiting.

[itistolaugh]

[ Harley shifts on the stool to face him and she smiles like he's the best, most interesting person in the room. Once someone manages to catch her attention, she can be very focused. ]

Hey. I think I can cut you a little slack, since you did just come from a whole 'nother state.

[promotional]

I never thought you'd be so charitable.

[In turn, Rhys looks at Harley and knows she's more interesting than any of these other folk. Not every day the first time you set eyes on someone in public their hand ends up down your pants and not in any distinctly 'fun' way. She has moxxie and who's he to deny the magnetic pull?]

[itistolaugh]

[ Harley laughs in surprise. ]

What, do I seem like a mean girl?

[ She flags down the bartender. She's one drink in but ready for another, and she's not going to be the only one drinking. ]

C'mon. Let's get our drinks and move to a table. We're taking up prime real estate here.

[promotional]

Just... intense.

[Rhys orders a white russian with a straight face and no comment on the fact it's a dessert drink and not the usual starter. He's starting to come to turns with the fact that all liquor is the same between worlds-- at least the few he's accustomed to. Nothing to really fear, provided the bartender doesn't decide to give his more of a kick than the usual. Rhys has that douchey kind of face.

Once his drink is delivered, he'll spread out a robotic arm, gesturing for Harley to lead the way.]

After you.

[itistolaugh]

[ She considers this and nods. ]

Yeah, that's fair.

[ There will be no judgement from Harley. She understands the high value of dessert anything, especially drinks. Hers is pink because everything is more delicious when it's also cute.

She'll take the lead when prompted, and grabs his robot hand to drag him behind. There's small table tucked away from the crowd that she may have scouted out earlier, and that she may have already chased an easily intimidated young couple away from. ]