WARNINGS: WELL, THIS ONE IS FROM A BEST FRIEND POV. I WAS BORED, SO I THOUGHT I'D TRY THIS. AND IT HAS STUPID GIRL THINGS. AND ITS SHORT. SO VERY SHORT. IM SORRY. I
NOTES: Hi! Here's a short update thingy. Comicon was so amazing, by the way. I bought too much stuff. Anyway, Halloween is coming up, and I want to know what you're going as, if you've made up your mind. I can never make up my mind, I've switched between versions of Harley Quinn. SPEAKING OF HER, WHO'S GOING AS HARLEY? AND IF SO, WHAT VERSION? Cuz I'm going as Harley, like, if she broke out of Arkham. In a prison uniform, and it's kinda hard to explain. Ok, I'll shut up.
"Hey, Harley, you got any shoes I could borrow?" You asked your best friend. Harley poked her head out of the bathroom, curlers in her blonde hair.
"Of course! In the closet. Help yourself, Hun." She said. You nodded and walked over to the closet.
You took a moment to admire the fact that she carved the Joker's face into the door. You rolled your eyes and smirked, opening the door.
An explosion of blue, red, and black sparkly things blinded you. You rubbed your eyes as they adjusted to the situation.
"Jesus Christ, Harley." You said, looking through the various tops, dresses and bottoms.
You held up a skimpy red and blue corset. The lacing only went up to the middle of the thing.
"Ever heard of a bra?" You called to Harley, placing it back on the hangar. Harley came out of the bathroom, sticking earrings in.
"Well, duh. I just don't wear them often." She shrugged. You nodded.
"Noted." You said. You held up a red and black tank top, diamonds printed diagonally to each other on either side.
"This is cute." You said. Harley nodded excitedly, pushing past you to dig something else out of the closet.
She shoved more items into your arms and pointed to the bathroom. You stared at her for a second before heading to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, you came out wearing the tank top, paired with a black leather skirt, a spikey belt, black see through tights, and leather boots.
Harley clapped excitedly.
"You look so cute!~" she cheered, giving you a squeeze, practically crushing your insides.
"Harley, oxygen, please." You gasped. Harley let go and apologized.
"Alrighty, then, let's go!" Harley said, linking arms with you and walking out the door.
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