::stashes her textbooks somewhere out of sight. She isn't actually going to the library::

[troubledbutcute]

::while she's there she pulls the rest of her dress out of her pants, and leaves them on top of her other stuff. Can't really explain what she's doing::

Comments

[xoxoharley]

*Just so happens to be in this same seedy bar*

Starfire? Is that you?

[troubledbutcute]

O_O

Harley?

::takes a sip of her drink for an excuse to look away DDDD= ::

[xoxoharley]

Hey. I won't tell if you won't~

*Sips some more of her whiskey*

[troubledbutcute]

::sighs in relief::

Good. Are you also here to relax? I'm surprised.

[xoxoharley]

Yeah. Sometimes I make bad life choices. And you're here to relax as well?

[troubledbutcute]

::looks around shiftily:: Yes. To remember. To forget.

[xoxoharley]

Yeah. It's been a hell of a week, hasn't it?

[troubledbutcute]

::takes another drink::

It has been a hell of a three years.

[xoxoharley]

I'm sorry to hear that. Care to talk about it?

[troubledbutcute]

::sighs:: I don't know. It tends to bring conversation to an awkward halt.

[xoxoharley]

I'm listening. I won't judge you, I swear.

[troubledbutcute]

It's not that. It... there are bad things, in my story. Slavery. Betrayal. Experiments.

[xoxoharley]

Slavery? Experiments? Holy sh - cow.

[troubledbutcute]

Not a tale for young ones at bedtime, no. ::takes a long swallow of her drink:: And what it is inspiring your "poor life decisions" tonight, Harley?

[xoxoharley]

Realizing that I have to suck up to Crane if I want to get anywhere in my field.

*drinks*

[troubledbutcute]

That monster? Do not get any closer than you must.