stuff us in boxes that's where you want us

cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns

Near absentmindedly reaching out for that door handle of that sleek black which only seemed to garner Darcy's certain ire. How the hell was she supposed to know what seat was deemed appropriate, seriously, sharkface needed a lesson in communication. Apparently, Harley couldn't just get in a car anymore. This was going to be a long car ride, hell this was going to be one hell of long night, especially as he goes on to berate her like she was some moron. It causes her body to tense, unwilling to take that shit from anyone, least of all, him. It went just about as well as you would expect, unsurprisingly, Harley was met with rapid violence, Darcy's apparent 'go-to'. Someone clearly had issues but judging by his superiority complex she wasn't all that surprised. Apparently, it was a vampire thing.

Even still, Harley was quick to issue her defiance, daring to struggle and hiss against him in an altogether feline's disapproval. She would sooner rip herself apart than be broken down by Darcy, by anyone from this damned pit of hell. She had known what it was like to stare at true helplessness in the face and how she refused to embrace it now, refusing to bend and break even though it was sure to send her into an early grave. How that anger fiercely rippled through her, bringing that inner feline to life within her body which only seemed like a brittle cage that could shatter with ease. How it wished to burst through her seams to maul the very vampire that thought he could ever be her master. She remained poised, catching herself against that back door he threw her against, her eyes seemed to glow that ethereal deadly violet while her entire body seemed to tremble.

That growl that resonated from him only served as fuel to make her lose control and yet. From some inner strength she digs in. Refusing to lose control over Darcy, it took more strength than she realized. How out of her own depth she was, it had been so long since anyone sought to control her, to forge her into that subservient little trinket. Too many times had she succumbed to those vampires, too many times was she forced to play a role she vowed to never play again. How dare they. She focuses on her breath like it was her only lifeline, his words reaching out for her as she wants nothing more than to strike, like a fierce wild cat forced in a corner. How would vampire flesh compare to her sharpened claws? How she tightens those hands into fists, drawing a breath to fill in her lungs.

That stupid jaws motherfucker wanted her to please him, those words resonating within her, that was rich coming from him. He hardly seemed like someone who could be pleased in the first place. In that very moment an echo of a memory ricochets likes a bullet in her mind. One she would have been happy to have forgotten. She refused to look at him, refused to respond to that vampire despite that near urge to give him a taste of the force he messed with. Kitty.. she tries not to scoff, that newfound nickname hardly resonating with her well. That was the very least of her concern and as much as she hated to admit, what he said wasn't exactly wrong. She tries to ignore that hot throbbing pain of her ear or the still sore flesh of her sensitive neck that she wore like a pitiful brand for all the world to see. She tries to focus on something else, anything else.

She wordlessly takes it out on that door of the sleek black vehicle, climbing inside, slamming it with a force that the poor door hardly deserved. That pent-up anger that used to protect her would only serve to kill her faster. She settles in that seat behind where Princess found her spot, allowing herself to get lost in the sound of the engine and the sights that whirled by in a near frantic pace, yes, he was driving like a damn maniac. Those jolting turns made her stomach feel queasy, lurching her around in her seat, Harley having of course decided to opt out of her seatbelt. How she hoped for her own resolve she wasn't going to hurl.. But if she did, she was sure to aim it right at the arrogant ass driving. That thought at least brought a small quirk to her lips.

That low resonating whistle escapes him suddenly and Harley was content to ignore him. She just wanted this car ride to be filled with silence, so she could wrack her brain through all the numerous ways she could destroy him, destroy them all. That whistle and her name snap her from the recesses of her own mind, those snide words finding her easily then. At least she would take advantage of being back here, out of reach or so she soothed herself. His spoke and its nothing short of obscure gibberish. One day? What in the fuck did that even mean? One day, some day? How she paid those words very little mind then, considering how she should answer him, but not without muttering her own insistence that it was hardly fair he got to ask all those questions and she couldn't. She was met with unsurprising silence, before answering his original inquiry. It wasn't like it was purely a secret, considering Risque's god-like wrath was certainly not discreet by any means and damn was that bitch pissed off with anything to do with Harley. This answer however, brought a snort of amusement from the vampire. A strange sound coming from fucking jaws at the front as that single inquiry of the name Nathaniel hung in the air.

"Yup, the one and only.. Worse than even you, I know a m-" She stops herself, cold turkey, she could hardly stop the damage already done but at least she could stop that final nail in her coffin.

Yet, now that he was talking, sort of, maybe she could find out what was happening tonight. Maybe she could formulate a plan of action, a chance of reprieve from Darcy's violent outbursts, that very notion was very much doubted and yet when did Harley ever let doubt dictate her? How she almost neglected catching that disturbing smile that suddenly finds his lips, his face, facing away from her and she can only see his cruel gaze in the mirror. Even with that creepy smile, nothing could truly lessen those dead eyes that seemed more akin to two vacant blackholes threatening to suck you in with their vicious barbs and merciless hooks. She was almost glad she couldn't see that smile, but how quickly he remedied that when he suddenly twisted his body leaning into that back, that rapid action made her jump, reminding her of that painful wound on her neck. Fuck this guy. He was fucking looney toons and even more terrifyingly, they were driving at breakneck speeds, not even glancing to look at the traffic of cars spread out before them. That smiling face peering at her was a damn thing of nightmares. "Fuck man, are you trying to murder us all?" She presses into that door in a bid to keep that distance, but it was futile, how wrong she had been, so wrong with so many things. She could hardly keep that surprise from her features as his barbed gaze so brazenly meets hers, but its his glinting fangs that worry her almost more than the driving stunt. He wouldn't come back here would he?

That singular no was the only answer she got to that question he seemed so very content to ignore, until now. So much for a legitimate answer or trying to reason with him at all. Her eyes warily dart from the vampire to the road ahead, somehow still driving in straight line and avoiding cars like he had eyes on the back of his head. It was legit the creepiest shit she had seen all night, even creepier than how he reacted to his precious princess. That smile on his smug face seems to grow even wider, disturbingly so and she used every ounce of strength not to recoil. Instead, she sat up straighter, she was no cowering kitten. "Clearly you know shit all about fashion." She muttered under her breath as he told her to remove those glasses, he probably knew just as much as she did and it wasn't a whole lot. It was the best excuse she could give, one that was almost difficult to argue. How those glasses seemed to give her that false comfort, knowing that Darcy's eyes couldn't penetrate them at the very last. But he could do pretty much whatever the fuck else. She was relieved to have him gone, back at the wheel but even more so as he reaches for the radio. Music, fucking finally.

Harley ignored his request to take of those glasses. She listened for that music that was sure to flood the car in blissful noise then only to met with an aggressive dj on the radio announcing the next song and a peculiar shout out. Keep your shades on. Was she hearing that correctly?

That song. That strange name that seemed almost familiar. The coincidence was too strong, her eyes shifting from side to side, like she was suddenly not alone in the back seat. Like some divine intervention just suddenly struck her. Darcy seemingly oblivious to it and if you asked Harley, most things in general. No, it couldn't be? Although stranger things have happened. How she tries to stifle that amused laughter that forms in her throat and yet never dares to leave her lips, not with Darcy in earshot. She clears her throat then before that song soon flooded the car. Rap? Really? She could hardly hide that amused expression. Darcy was quick to change the station that classic rock music blasting over the speakers. It was nice to drown out those thoughts, content to focus on that whining guitar at least until they pulled into Haunt's parking lot. Thank goodness they made it without incident.

Come.. he issued that command like she was no more than a fucking pet dog. She reached for that handle, getting out of the car wordlessly, glad to have her feet on firm ground once more. She was quite certain she hated Darcy's driving especially being the backseat bitch. A distinctly different whistle escapes him again, that man seemed so fond of his whistling and it was going to get old really, really fast. That searching gaze took in those unusual new surrounding before looking up to take in that loud neon sign of a bucking bronco, you couldn't miss it from the road.. or even outer space, she was sure of it. HAUNT, so this was Haunt. She could see some wannabe cowboys hanging outside that bare lost in a cloud of nasty cigarette smoke, the thud of music coming from inside and all the cars in the parking lot said that it was busy.

Princess humorously, had her own compartment within Darcy's leather jacket like she was not a lynx but a toy poodle or something. Harley was pretty damn sure she was more of a trained circus animal than anything else. Amusement floods her expression then, not bothering with the slew of retorts that bloom within her mind. It was almost too easy with Darcy, the ammunition just kept coming. This bar was nothing short of kitschy, Harley could hardly avoid that look of awe as they walked into that garish themed bar. It was packed too, that music was hardly her scene and yet she was much too amused with everything around her to care.

How she wanted to wander, to have a few drinks and maybe take her chances with that bull in the back. It was then that her ears are met with a roar from the rowdy crowd, drawing her attention to the raucous commotions of hooting and hollering. There were many vampires here, some weres, warlocks and humans alike. Harley could hardly help at scoffing at the nearly naked women strutting their bodies for those men in particular, coyote ugly style only less impactful along that bar top, shaking their half exposed asses like their life depended on it. So many sights and smells swirled about in a flurry of alcohol and pheromones amongst the thudding call of some shitty upbeat country song. Harley could hardly help the laughter that escapes her when one of the girls on the bar slipped on a lemon peel, her screaming could be heard over the music even as she crashed down upon of those hungry men on the bar. He couldn't look any happier as he pawed at her, coping a feel of the poorly dressed female. How she hardly felt bad for that flouncing woman. It was Darcy's next command that pulls her attention back toward him. Don't wander off.. Fucking killjoy that thought bit through her mind as a sigh escapes her.

Darcy made his way to the corner of the bar where the least activity seemed to be. The crowd seemed drunk and rowdy, babbling excitedly. It was obvious that this place was booming. Recognition seemed to cross that less than pleased bartender's face when he took in Darcy's face. A reaction he was used to, she was sure. Harley found an opening against the bar, leaning against it briefly before she leapt with ease to sit upon the smooth surface. If bitches could dance on it, she could... sit. Piss off the bartender said disgruntledly to not only Darcy but Harley as well. This is when she takes her time to survey while the two men seemed to do their pissing contest. Harley had her eye on a soon spotted, unspoken sealed beer. She sat perched on the bar top like it was normal. Darcy and the barkeep seemed more into their own conversation to really care which was fine by her. Casually, she smoothly reached out and grabbed that beer, content to find the bottle cold.

Harley was content to ignore them, focusing more on her pilfered drink, sliding off the bar with a fluid grace meandering around Darcy, eyeing that bull from where she stood. She twisted the top off the beer quite easily, littering the cap upon the floor where she stood before taking a discreet swig, her back toward the two men. Something about turfs and all that shit, cut through the music then. It was then that an imposing man approached her trailed by another one. They looked hilarious if the one with the tan cowboy hat didn't try grabbing her. Oh shit, someone must have seen. She tried to yank her arm away which only made that near bruising grip tightens which causes a warning snarl to escape her. Those words that soon accompany her has her shaking her head.

"No thanks.. tell Tyball or whatever his name is to...." Like clockwork, Darcy interjects coolly, his words slithering to those tall men. Harley felt incredibly tiny, boxed in by all these tall vampires.

A little bit of alright? Who the fuck talked like that? "You're a little bit o' ugly.. You're not my type Buffalo Bill." She shrugged off that loosened grip near fearlessly, missing that glare Darcy gave him before she took another swig of her beer, just as she pulled that bottle away, some liquid sloshed out when she was shoved roughly forward. She then muttered something about being vampire catnip, sick and tired of being man handled for one evening. Those vampires were quick to shove her along, like she had any clue where they were going. "Easy on the merchandise, dumb and dumber." She grumbled, shuffling along alike she had a god damn choice, elbowing the one behind her in a hope to get him to back the hell up. If he was going to ride her ass, he better put a damn saddle on it. That dreadful walk to Tybalt's office wasn't a long one, even if she was herded like damn cattle the whole way. That large singular door now faced her, great now what? The one who grabbed her slid passed in time to knock before opening the door, before Harley was yet again forcefully shoved inside. A wild glare fixed on the one who did so.

Harley wrinkled her nose as the scent of cigar smoke, her overly sensitive nose, that only seemed to revolt against it as she walked to the far side of the office, clinging to her drink. Surprisingly there was still some beer left considering all that shoving. She casually peered at the vampire at the desk who looked to her, like a cliché in spurs. That man probably posing the moment he heard that knock on the door, hoping to appear more badass than he actually was. Yet, try hard as he might, some people just had it... Tybalt with all his effort and dress up.. did not. Harley was more than pleased to not be the center of attention as this Tybalt began to speak to Darcy alone. She was more than content to nurse her beer in her little corner while she watched the two vampires interact in a near respectful manner.

Darcy seemed entirely at home, calm then, so unlike the man she saw behind that mask. However, that composed demeanor seemed to falter slightly when Tybalt called Darcy partner. That thick drawl snapping at the man, that very quip seemed to amuse Harley more than it should have, producing a slight grin before Tybalt gestured toward her. Darcy's hands began to tap against the arm of the chair, Harley didn't need to know him for long that his controlled temper was waning.

The ridiculously tall cowboy strode over to Harley and her body braces as he circles around her, trying to snuff out that low barely audible warning growl that spills from her lips, eyes narrowing in a piercing daggered glare. Thankfully, his attentions seemed to find Tybalt then, leaning against Darcy's chair as if trying to be intimidating... or perhaps even flirtatious. Who the fuck know with vampires. Harley watches with distinct anticipation, watching those gears begin to shift within Darcy's mind. He was goading the most dangerous vampire in the room and this office was not big enough to avoid that fall out. Poor Princess, Harley thought, enjoying some more of that beer while she had a chance.

This Tybalt character must have had balls of iron because he then outright poached them, even going so far to toy with Darcy's chain around his neck. Oh fuck, this was going to end badly, she could feel that tension start to rise. She rose her brows in disbelief, before Darcy shot that warning glance at her but she hardly knew what for. Harley had stayed quiet too damn long as she drew in one more mouthful of that bitter tasting beer while Darcy rejected his offer saying he couldn't afford him. It wasn't a no either. No baring of fangs or flat out murder? Darcy seemed almost complacent to the other vampire, it was weird.

Harley begins to play with that bottle as if considering that offer, walking away from them, placing the table between her and them as those expectant eyes fell to her. "I do not know what I find more entertaining.." She hums as though she possessed all the confidence in the world. "The fact you think I'd be bought with money and that Risque won't flay you where you stand just by trying to poach what's hers..." She points at Darcy now, near fearlessly, knowing that she would surely regret this later. Oh well, to hell with it. "Or maybe.... It's the fact that you think there is any fucking universe I would dress up in barely anything and go all coyote ugly for your pervy little patrons.." There wasn't any amount of money on this damn planet.

"Why the spurs cowboy? I doubt you've ridden a horse in your life. Darcy is not even wearing the hat and still more... broncobuster than you." Apparently she was on a roll and there was no stopping her now. She easily leans against Tybalt's desk now, toying with the papers that scattered upon them. Her violet eyes peer up at both men near challengingly, taking one last drink before placing it right smack in the middle of Tybalt's desk. "Oh and your beer sucks ass."

Harley Westward