bar -- evening -- open!
Phew!
She might need a shower, too. As long as it didn't wash up the bloodied lip and irritate the bruises that were slowly developing itself on her lightly tanned skin; she quite enjoyed looking at them. Her bruises gave her pride, especially when the Batman caused it. She got to him. It might've been a very little annoyance--though, one could argue that torturing a family man wasn't a little annoyance--but she still got under his skin. Under the smitten hench-wench lay a female just as dark and twisted as the man she literally bent over backwards for. It was so hard to get at first but now she's seen the light--she gets the joke. Death wasn't always a punchline, but it could still be just as funny as lighting a entire apartment complex just to make the news.
She liked it better when things went boom! anyway.
After a single moment of no one showing up to talk to her or servicing her, Harley began to pout and wiggle about--albeit dramatically!--in her seat. "Hey!" She shouted with her deep accent flourishing to it's finest. "How's about a little service for a lady!"
She still had her gun. But no use causing trouble, anyway; she wanted a drink and she wanted one now.