It was the Best of Times, it was the Blurst of Times
They watched her behind the pharmacy counter, pulling pills off. Harley herself didn't take crazy pills. She didn't have to. But you could sell them on the street and where else would most street addicts find a doctor like her?
Or a doctor at all?
It was the gun that made them keep a distance. That, and she was humming the the happy tree friends theme song.
"Um.... Miss? I don't think you should be back there..." said a nervous pharmacy technician.
"It's okay," Harley said brightly, tossing a couple bottles of lithium into the mix, "I'm a doctor."
The technicians and the Pharmacist all looked at each other skeptically. And she wondered what it was about her blond hair and funky outfit that made the world doubt her high supply of pure, unfiltered awesome. "What? I totally am. 100% Completely certified and certifiable and do you guys have hyena food? I'm tired of knocking over the zoo for it. There's this creepy security guard there," she said, brandishing a bottle of depakote at them.
One of them shook their head and Harley sighed, filling her bag with more drugs to give to the street crazies for cash.
Or to spike people's coffee with when they weren't looking. You didn't do that to Mistah J though. Nope. Not at all.
"I know this seems weird, but I'm havin' a baby, so trust me, I need all this stuff," she said, to what was the abject horror of the other people there. "What?! Don't you people know what kids are like?! Geeze!" she said, hoping the counter and grabbing a few other things randomly off the shelf and waltzing to the front counter.
She went to pull her wallet but had her gun in her hand instead, "Huh," she said as the front desk slave panicked, "I think I left my wallet in the other clown car. Credit okay with you?"
Or a doctor at all?
It was the gun that made them keep a distance. That, and she was humming the the happy tree friends theme song.
"Um.... Miss? I don't think you should be back there..." said a nervous pharmacy technician.
"It's okay," Harley said brightly, tossing a couple bottles of lithium into the mix, "I'm a doctor."
The technicians and the Pharmacist all looked at each other skeptically. And she wondered what it was about her blond hair and funky outfit that made the world doubt her high supply of pure, unfiltered awesome. "What? I totally am. 100% Completely certified and certifiable and do you guys have hyena food? I'm tired of knocking over the zoo for it. There's this creepy security guard there," she said, brandishing a bottle of depakote at them.
One of them shook their head and Harley sighed, filling her bag with more drugs to give to the street crazies for cash.
Or to spike people's coffee with when they weren't looking. You didn't do that to Mistah J though. Nope. Not at all.
"I know this seems weird, but I'm havin' a baby, so trust me, I need all this stuff," she said, to what was the abject horror of the other people there. "What?! Don't you people know what kids are like?! Geeze!" she said, hoping the counter and grabbing a few other things randomly off the shelf and waltzing to the front counter.
She went to pull her wallet but had her gun in her hand instead, "Huh," she said as the front desk slave panicked, "I think I left my wallet in the other clown car. Credit okay with you?"