We're all rotten, buried and forgotten,

Living it up underground

It honestly felt as though no time had passed between the duo, as they got swept away, drinking drink after drink in some tavern she couldn't remember the name of. Of course, there was always a victim of the night, Harley was particularly ruthless when it came to toying (in her way) with the public at large. But it had been a long ass time since she drank THAT much booze, she would probably suffer for it later. But she had decided it would be worth it. How many nights did they have left like this after Damon stole her away? So many variables, variables that would hurt her skull if she spent too much time dwelling on them. So drink and fun time it was. It was refreshing really, like something she had been missing after all this time.

"I think I am made up of alcohol Isolt.. I am no longer human but alcohol posing as a human." The ridiculous slurred words escapes her as she nearly toppled over, but her companion's stable form stopped her from face planting on the sidewalk. It was amazing how sturdy Isolt was, even now. "Wow, your tolerance is through the roof." They meandered down the street in which Harley was dead certain was a straight line but clearly it was more like a broken swerving mess. All she knew was a lot happened, and she was the culprit of some drunk off his ass man getting kicked out of the bar. Public nudity did tend to get people in panic.

She busted out laughing at the recollection of the raven haired woman convincing that very man to flash the bartender. He was just about to get naked and dance on the table but they kicked the inebriated man out on the street. It was a damn shame, it would have been a free show. She snorted at the thought as the memory played back in that drunken stupor. "I may have told him I would possibly give him my digits if he did it.. My favourite is when he busted back into the bar butt naked saying he was the king of this establishment and peed all over the floor saying the world was his toilet and full on splash zoned some old lady or man.. or whatever I don't remember what they were." Poor guy had to get scooped up by the cops and it was all because of that mischievous spitfire of a woman planting ideas in the drunk man's head. He took it to a whole other level though, all on his own.

"We need to do that again.. But first things first we need some potato chips and my top secret hang over cure..." Her home was certainly equipped with it all. As they turned onto her street, she wave boisterously at Sterling's house before climbing up the steps to her townhouse. Something didn't seem right but Harley was too damn drunk to pick up on it just yet. That was until she saw her door was busted wide open.. "Uh oh..." The woman announced, she tugged on Isolts arm. "Ssssomeone broke into my apartment Izzy.." That impending dread was enough to make her sober up some.. "Puppy Ace is in there.." Panic filled her voice, all that work into making Ace young again and some robber could have hurt him. She burst through the front door like a sledge hammer without a care of alerting the robber of their presence, if he was still in there. The drunk mess nearly tumbled into the house face first, nearly tripping on a broken wooden chair that had been obliterated. That was not good.. no not good at all. The apartment had been turned upside down "PUPPY ACE!" She called frantically looking for that fluffy black puppy she would have risked her life for.

Harlequin Ray Westward