Baby, I'm speeding and red lights are run

[itistolaugh]

WHO: Jeff Winger & Harley Quinn
WHERE: A whiskey bar in Heropa, conveniently near a hotel
WHEN: Feb 14, evening
WHAT: A Valentine's date born of desperation, loneliness, and a deep-seated need to look hot around paparazzi.
WARNINGS: Gross flirting.


[ Harley had to rush back from her little "wellness check" with Crane to get ready for this date, so she runs a little late. It's worth it, though, when she walks in to the whiskey bar with her hair down in soft curls (god she hopes they last long enough to make a good impression on Jeff and, more importantly, any photographers for TMI sneaking around), wearing a stunner of a dress.

It's a lot of effort for a hookup, but it's Valentine's Day. She wants to at least pretend it's special.

She leans in for a quick kiss when she finds him. ]

Hi. Were you waiting long?

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[textualhealing]

[Effort for this kind of hookup is totally worth it, and Jeff looks like he's tried extra hard too. The possibility of getting snapped by the local press certainly helped spur him into looking his very best, but the chance of getting laid was really the only persuading he needed.

Because it's Valentines, he opts for a maroon three-piece and wine-red tie, his hair styled up in it's usual look, although it looks like he's spent even longer than normal on grooming this evening. He sure does put in the effort.]

Nah, not long. [He returns the kiss with his own quick peck, before pulling back to get a proper view. Yup, that sure is a dress he's glad to see her in and hopefully out of.] Ho-ly crap, you look amazing.