Bad Girls~《Harley Quinn》

Chapter 7

"So was that like the pep talk?"

The black guy asked.

"Yeah. That was the pep talk. There's your shit."

Rick said pointing to his left.

I saw a lot of boxes, mine included.

"Grab what you need for a fight. We're wheels up in 10"

Just as Rick was about to walk away, the black guy spoke.

"You might wanna work on your team motivation thing."

"Yeah. You heard of Phil Jackson?"

I added. The black dude had a point.

"He's like the gold standard, right?"

He turned to me.

"Totally. Triangle, bitch. Study."

I laughed at Rick. He looked so annoyed.

Behing me was a casket with my name on it. Well it said Avyanna, but it's the same.

When i opened it I squealed in happines, again.

Inside was all my favorite stuff. My guns, my clothes, my make up.

I picked up my guns and twisted them around my fingers. Next I picked my clothes.

Fuck, where am I going to change?

I saw Harley changing right there, in the middle of the crowd.

All the boys, and the girls stared at her. Basically everyone. Including me.

"What?"

She asked, confused.

Everybody continued their work, while I changed too.

I sneaked a look at Harley, who was now putting on her lipstick and chewing gum.

"Hey Harley, have an extra gum?"

She turrned to me suprised and nodded.

"Anything for you sweetie!"

Oh god, I think I blushed.

"Thanks"

"Won't fit anymore?"

Harley asked that black guy. He turned around and looked at her.

She casually continued.

"To much junk in the trunk?"

I laughed at that. He turned to me and gave me the look, I immediately stoped.

"Nah. Everytime I put this on, somebody dies."

"And?"

I asked, confused.

"I like putting it on."

"Goody!"

Harley said smiling.

"Something tells me a whole lotta people are about to die"

I smiled with her. She sure was realistic.

We laughed till someone interupted us. Another dude whos name I don't know. Great

"Yeah. It's us. We're being led to our deaths."

"Speak for yourself mate."

Captain Boomerang said. His accent again showing hard.

"Hey, what's that crap on your face? Does it wash off?"

He countinued, talking about tattos on his face. Croc laughed.

"Hey, if you like a girl, can you light her a cigarette with your pinkie?"

Harley butted in.

"Yeah. That would be real classy!"

I looked at him smiling.

"Hey, y'all might wanna leave old boy alone."

The black dude spoke again.

"He could torch this whole joint. Ain't it right ese?"

As he said that I came to a realisation.

"Oh soo you are El diablo? I know you!"

Happines hit me. Finally someone I know.

"Yeah, and you got nothing to worry about from me. I'm cool homie."

"Yeah you are."

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A/N

I'm sorry this was short! I'll try to write next longer I promise.