harley westward

No black magic can control me and no curse can let you own me

Harley snorted in response as Isolt quipped in return about that newfound topic of that mysterious drink called a Ressurection. It was unsurprising that Harley's mind took a one-way ticket to the gutter. Could anyone blame her? The word almost sounded like erection to begin with. Certainly anyone with half a sex life could relate, or maybe it was simply her? How Harley saw the world through far different eyes than most. Fortunately, it hardly phased her crimson haired companion. Afterall, the woman was nothing short of used to the raven-haired woman's antics. Harley had always been several parts bold, heaping parts sarcasm and the endless entertainment of a dirty mind all combined into one compact package. However, the drink was soon forgotten much to her surprise when she caught Isolt redhandedly eyefucking the bouncer. Sure he was hot in the way that one who hits the gym twice a day and only eats protein shakes and steak.. Kind of hot.. Harley could hardly hide that provoking smirk upon her lips. How it took every ounce of willpower in her bones to stifle that comment which threatened to spill freely. Apparently embarrassing her friend was not part of the plan tonight.. At least she tried... Hm.. maybe that ship had sailed considering the ridiculous costumes they somehow thought was a brilliant idea.

The raven-haired spitfire seemed completely oblivious to the judgemental look that the muscular bouncer gave her companion before they were finally permitted admittance. Harley moved with an eager swaggering gait to the bar, noting the types of people that already filled that themed establishment. It hardly mattered where, Harley was certain that the only way she was going to get through that night dressed as a T-Rex dubbed Darcya was with copious amounts of alcohol. It was a damn good thing that there was no one of import to remember their faces and yet how little Harley seemed to care.

Even with the variety of creeps that loitered within the bar, it was basically like a less tamed version of a bar in Sacrosanct.... Well, also on steroids and probably some LSD. Not that Harley would know anything about either substance. Harley willingly dismissed the hungry stare of that devilish looking creature with disturbing, nightmarish eyes, silently grateful that Isolt placed herself between her and the hungry stare of that creature. What the fuck was he? No, he may not have even a sliver what was left of her tarnished soul. Harley made a silent vow to definitely avoid that special case, she did not need to satisfy that thought if he had a forked tongue or not. Not at all.

Harley's attention shifted solely to her companion nodding in agreeance with Isolt whole heartedly before she intently studied the drink menu. She perched herself upon that barstool, as she casually leaned against the bar top with an elbow supporting her body weight. In her T-Rex suit she probably looked like she had took a ride on the shortbus and yet she gave zero shits how she was perceived. She was distinctly used to that feeling of being misunderstood. Instead of making herself seemed smaller, Harley sprawled out like she did this every damn night of her life with a heavy sigh upon her tongue as Isolt insisted they didn't get what they normally did. She did have a point. "Plus, I am supposed to get resurrected or some shit." She could hardly hide the blatant sarcasm, not that she ever did. Isolt barely waited for Harley to finish her words before she already flagged down the bartender. Content to place their order. It felt like old times. Isolt attempting to take care of her unrestrainable friend. Harley didn't give her the usual amount of shit as she seemed far more fixated upon the bartender. His revealing fangs that appeared slightly to big for his mouth gave him away, along with the sun kissed glow to his skin conflicted with what he pretended to be. A vampire poser? Well that was new. She wondered if he knew what Isolt was. Why pretend to be a vampire? The bartender promptly went to mix up their order with less personality than she would have hoped from such a strange man in his current job description.

Harley frowned as she all but obviously stared at the bartender as if to be certain that her deductions were correct when he returned with their drinks. "Nice fangs, vampire Steve." Harley eyed the nametag with no shortage of judgement in her tone and unique eyes. Vampire Steve. Wow. He even had a boring name. One would think if he was posing as a vampire he would have picked a name like Vlad or.. or something Victorian. Harley flashed him an accusatory grin that matched the look within her eyes, she wondered if that shit got the ladies or something. She almost asked. Fuck. this was how she got in trouble... with her wayward thoughts and her lack of filter.

"My drink looks radioactive." Harley eyed it suspiciously as she caught Isolt's familiar gaze but her facial expression was just as suspicious as that drink. "I feel like this is a trap. Your face is doing a thing. This is probably going to get me super drunk isn't it?" She narrowed her gaze, poking at that jalapeno. "Well... when in New Orleans." She shrugged. Bottoms up.. Harley sat up, regaining some height with her improved posture, tipping that skull mug of whatever brew was within it down the hatch.. The whole damn thing, pepper included. Harley made a face... of disgust and disappointment. "Its glorified fruit juice. Iz." Harley wrinkled her nose, not minding the burn within her mouth from the pepper. It at the very least could have been cranberry. "This is more likely to give my diabetes than bring me back to life." She sighed before ordering another drink, a double shot of some disgusting fireball which was under the guise of something witchy. Why did she do this to herself? She should have just taken it straight. It saved the calories and it wasn't like she enjoyed the sickly sweet taste. She felt young and dumb. Yet wasn't the point, to feel free from the shackles?

At the very least, no one bothered them much after that. It was smooth sailing and Harley was even feeling a pleasant buzz. The pair carried on with familiar antics and silliness before Harley offended vampire Steve and his fake fangs. He was all smiles until then, sortof, his smile looked more like a grimance. Yet the angrier he got... the more entertaining he appeared to the relentless raven-haired woman. Harley found his slipping control immensely funny, nearly doubling over when he finally snapped. She hadn't intended to piss him off. It just happened. It wasn't like she was being quiet when talking about his fake fangs.... Even as Steve kicked them out, it hardly contained the amusement. Especially after a heated argument at how their costumes were very much the same. He was a vampire as much as she was a T-Rex. She said that much... as she pulled the hood over her head. Despite Steve's reaction, Harley still saluted him before the bouncer collected them.

Harley fully grinned at him, not that he could see it with her ridiculous costume. "I knew you two were going to be trouble." But he only looked at Harley when he did. What can I say... its a gift." She offered with a simple shrug, walking herself out with that same confident swagger.

"By the way, the bovine likes to be manhandled." Harley added impishly as he practically herded the girls out, rolling his eyes. Oops. that is not a good thing to say about a married woman... let alone a pregnant one. Better back pedal before New Orleans got a show of a cow kicking a dinosaurs ass down the street. "Actually don't she's got something cooking in her oven. Be nice.." She pointed at him with her threatening floppy, soft clawed hand at him. "I'm more dangerous than I look." She declared. The hot bouncer lost his cool composure as he laughed as if hardly convinced. At least someone in this fucking world had a sense of humour. Even though she maybe felt only slightly offended if she was being honest.

As though they hadn't been kicked out, they were onto their next part of their tour. "So whose body we digging up again?" Well that earned them a lot of looks... Probably shouldn't have admitted to a felony as if speaking about the next bar to visit.