SoOLED
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Harley Quinn, waited in the shadows across the street, her mark was Donny fasthands. The street looked like Glass, the rain had made the street shinny: colors all liquefied, Harley liked that. It remined her, of her life. Her new reality of her once prim-N-proper life blended with the whims of the Joker, her love.
She saw Donnys car pull up, she flicked her butt in the pile of papers a sleeping vagrant was using to keep warm: she chuckled as she thought to herself "he will be warm now" she slinked across the street her lithe figure and clicking heels heading to the dive. as she walked in the joint, she put an extra switch in her hips. she turned toward the bar in front of where Donny was sitting: leaning over to order, just a bit to much as to get his attention. she knew the effect: would have this halfwit Mafioso, throwing bananas.
she ordered Vodka and keep them coming. she flipped around and rested her elbows on the bar, smacking her gum and leering at Donny with a sly smile and smokey eyes. her gaze never left him as she quaffed drink after drink. by now any normal person would be a wrecked, but ivys gift let her resist toxicants. she was straight as the breast on the jokers suit.
she extended her right arm and coquettishly moved her finger and a come hither. And like a dumb ape, he was up in an instant. knocking his chair down and slogging towards her. she grabs his shirt and whispered in a floozy way "you wanna play with me big boy" the grin on Donnys face was almost as big as her love the joker. that made her livid, as this lunkhead didn't pay for guns the joker so unpresumptuously provided in good faith. she lead Donny out of the bar by his tie, they hooked right in to the alley and made for the shadows. she pulled him close and blew in to his ear, his thumb headed grin ended in pain, as Harley brought her knee in to his groin with such power the poor sob left the ground then crumbled in to a lump on to concrete. ivys gift again showing its potency.
She in one motion quickly put her heel in to the groaning mans throat and pulled her gun from her tiny jacket. As she pointed it down at the man. She paused: a disconsolate look on her face, and brought the weapons shinny broadside to her face. She: with her other hand used her pinky to fix her lipstick in its reflection. she pressed harder on the mans neck, who manged to stammer "wh-wh-what do you want lady" Harleys reply "I don't want nothing, but the joker says yous has to die" she pulled the trigger., blows the smoke away, puts the gun away, and walked away, her feminine figure dematerializing in the shadows across the street.™
She saw Donnys car pull up, she flicked her butt in the pile of papers a sleeping vagrant was using to keep warm: she chuckled as she thought to herself "he will be warm now" she slinked across the street her lithe figure and clicking heels heading to the dive. as she walked in the joint, she put an extra switch in her hips. she turned toward the bar in front of where Donny was sitting: leaning over to order, just a bit to much as to get his attention. she knew the effect: would have this halfwit Mafioso, throwing bananas.
she ordered Vodka and keep them coming. she flipped around and rested her elbows on the bar, smacking her gum and leering at Donny with a sly smile and smokey eyes. her gaze never left him as she quaffed drink after drink. by now any normal person would be a wrecked, but ivys gift let her resist toxicants. she was straight as the breast on the jokers suit.
she extended her right arm and coquettishly moved her finger and a come hither. And like a dumb ape, he was up in an instant. knocking his chair down and slogging towards her. she grabs his shirt and whispered in a floozy way "you wanna play with me big boy" the grin on Donnys face was almost as big as her love the joker. that made her livid, as this lunkhead didn't pay for guns the joker so unpresumptuously provided in good faith. she lead Donny out of the bar by his tie, they hooked right in to the alley and made for the shadows. she pulled him close and blew in to his ear, his thumb headed grin ended in pain, as Harley brought her knee in to his groin with such power the poor sob left the ground then crumbled in to a lump on to concrete. ivys gift again showing its potency.
She in one motion quickly put her heel in to the groaning mans throat and pulled her gun from her tiny jacket. As she pointed it down at the man. She paused: a disconsolate look on her face, and brought the weapons shinny broadside to her face. She: with her other hand used her pinky to fix her lipstick in its reflection. she pressed harder on the mans neck, who manged to stammer "wh-wh-what do you want lady" Harleys reply "I don't want nothing, but the joker says yous has to die" she pulled the trigger., blows the smoke away, puts the gun away, and walked away, her feminine figure dematerializing in the shadows across the street.™
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