[Harley is almost disappointed with how tame the con is this year.
No death traps. No bombs, no rooms blocked off and getting gassed. No epic bar fights. No one's even gotten into a shoving match over the last of the petits fours frosted to look like mini hand grenades and battle axes.
She perches on the bar, feet swinging, the petulant frown less obvious under her makeup. For lack of anything better to do, Harley picks up a nearby discarded drinks menu, and looks it over, searching for inspiration.]
One- Jagger Bomb, please?
[Whatever it is, at least it has 'bomb' in the name.]
Harley Quinn | DCU | OTA
No death traps. No bombs, no rooms blocked off and getting gassed. No epic bar fights. No one's even gotten into a shoving match over the last of the petits fours frosted to look like mini hand grenades and battle axes.
She perches on the bar, feet swinging, the petulant frown less obvious under her makeup. For lack of anything better to do, Harley picks up a nearby discarded drinks menu, and looks it over, searching for inspiration.]
One- Jagger Bomb, please?
[Whatever it is, at least it has 'bomb' in the name.]