Dance floor: Harl/Dami
Harl looked ca-lassy tonight. Like a real rich lady! Sure, she was still showin' some skin, but it wasn't in her usual over-the-top fashion, all spandex and latex in bubblegum pink. It wasn't subdued, but it was nice. The dress she'd ..."picked out"... and "bought" with her "money" was gorg; long, flowy, n it made her feel so ~pretty~. At this point, that didn't matter so much, 'cause she was well over the border in tipsy-territory, but it had been important earlier, when she realized she'd be waltzin' into a room of bats and birds with nothin' but her pop gun strapped to her thigh. (If she was gonna be committed to Arkham tonight, she was gonna look good doin' it, ok?) She'd even got her makeup done with Kitty, so it too was pretty, applied with a lighter hand than she herself usually gave, just a dusting here, and her hair was curled and loose. (Without the pigtails, it was almost hard to recognize herself as Ms. Harley Quinn!!)
There was a lil bit of extra red staining her lips from a jell-o shot or two done with Eddie, and the sweetness stuck there in the grit of powdered sugar dyed red. But she didn't mind. She'd left Kitty shortly before, after tuggin' on her paw n askin' if she could go dance, please please PLEASE—and, gee, she coulda gone into more meta about how alone she'd been for the past HOWEVER MANY months and how she was happy for Steph n for her Eddie, n that she was excited to see their bat baby with a love of question marks, but! Say! She was distracted as the song changed over to something faster and people left the floor for cake. Lookithere! Off to the side was a man—a kid—she didn't recognize, lookin' like a real cutie patootie in his suit, all kindsa dark hair n broody, and she didn't have TIME to meta. The gauzy train of her dress was caught up in her palm as she approached from behind, her gold heels expertly handled.
"Hey, cutie," she said, all nasal Gotham slums, as she sidled up to him, shoulder to shoulder. She brought her lashes low and brushed a stray curl from her cheek. "Wanna ask a girlie to dance?"