"Somethin' else? Oh, yeah - We should take over that little movie theater in the hotel, watch a horror movie! Kick out any idiots that are in there making out." That sounded like a perfectly reasonable Galentine's Day thing to do, right? Wine and a slasher flick? She could cling to Ivy's arm without seeming like a total wierdo, even if they both knew that Harley wasn't actually scared.
But then she made the mistake of looking at Ivy, who was on her knees and staring up at her, and Harley was stricken with some sort of lust-panic. She accidentally knocked over a pot - one without any plants in it, thank god - and it fell to the ground next to Ivy, shattering on the floor and splashing soil up onto her legs.
"Oh shit, Ivy, I'm sorry!" Harley immediately dropped down beside her, reaching to help brush the dirt off her thighs. Fuck, fuck, why was this hot?? Ivy looked good, messy and dirt-mussed - no, no, no. Snap out of it. "I - the pot didn't hit you, did it? Are you okay?"