red, black, white & green
WHO: Harley Quinn (certifiednutso & Poison Ivy (kiss_you_deadly
WHAT: Girls just wanna have fun?
WHERE: Harley's place
WHEN: Day 143 (backlogged)
"Oh god, it's a disaster in here!"
Harley slammed her journal shut and raced around the room, picking up errant socks and garbage and knives and more socks... where did he even get all of these? She held up one pair, brightly checked with a hole in the left toe, and smiled. She'd have to fix that for him... but not now! For once, Mr. J could wait.
She scrunched her face into a determined stare and scooped up all the excess clutter on the floor. "Now, where to put it..." She eyed the big closet beside her and a grin spread across her face. Perfect! Harley opened the door but before she could deposit the result of her cleaning spree, the debris from the last time came spilling out on top of her, knocking Harley over with a squeal.
So there she sat, surrounded by dirty clothes and garbage with one sock on her head and a pout on her face. "Red is gonna KILL ME," she whined, picking the dirty sock off and throwing it beside her. All Harley wanted was for things to be perfect when Ivy arrived, to show her that things were going well with Mr. J for once, and that she was independent and in control!
But... that wasn't really the case. Harley hadn't seen Mr. J for days now and she was constantly fluctuating between worry and rage. She didn't want to admit that she was actually a little nervous to see Ivy; it wasn't because she didn't want to see her, because she most certainly did, but... Ivy always told her things that Harley didn't want to hear. Maybe she was hoping she could live in happy denial just a little bit longer.
WHAT: Girls just wanna have fun?
WHERE: Harley's place
WHEN: Day 143 (backlogged)
"Oh god, it's a disaster in here!"
Harley slammed her journal shut and raced around the room, picking up errant socks and garbage and knives and more socks... where did he even get all of these? She held up one pair, brightly checked with a hole in the left toe, and smiled. She'd have to fix that for him... but not now! For once, Mr. J could wait.
She scrunched her face into a determined stare and scooped up all the excess clutter on the floor. "Now, where to put it..." She eyed the big closet beside her and a grin spread across her face. Perfect! Harley opened the door but before she could deposit the result of her cleaning spree, the debris from the last time came spilling out on top of her, knocking Harley over with a squeal.
So there she sat, surrounded by dirty clothes and garbage with one sock on her head and a pout on her face. "Red is gonna KILL ME," she whined, picking the dirty sock off and throwing it beside her. All Harley wanted was for things to be perfect when Ivy arrived, to show her that things were going well with Mr. J for once, and that she was independent and in control!
But... that wasn't really the case. Harley hadn't seen Mr. J for days now and she was constantly fluctuating between worry and rage. She didn't want to admit that she was actually a little nervous to see Ivy; it wasn't because she didn't want to see her, because she most certainly did, but... Ivy always told her things that Harley didn't want to hear. Maybe she was hoping she could live in happy denial just a little bit longer.