Harley's first appearance When: August 25, late night Where: A local Summary: Some striptease, a few drinks and slightly off key singing! Rating: Ummm... PG 13? For suggestiveness? Status: Incomplete
"DONCHA WISHYA GIRFRIN WAS HAWT LIKE ME?! OOH! DONCHA WISHYA GIRFRIN WASA FREAK LIKE ME?! DONCHA?!" Harley Quinn sang and danced on the top of the bar, flailing around a black whip in the air, wearing nothing but a red corset with black thigh-high fishnet stockings, stiletto boots, garter belt, and silk panties. Anyone would have thought perhaps she was the local entertainment, but no, the woman was merely another local bar goer. As excited, laughing and cheering the men of the crowd seemed to be, was as reluctant and unhappy the bartender seemed to be.
“Mam? Mam?” he called out to her. “You can’t be on the bar like that, mam, we’ll have a law suit on our hands if you fall! Mam, please get down! How many drinks have you had?! That’s not even the song that’s playing!”
Then, with a turn and a mid air summer-salt that made both the owner and the bar tender flinch, Harley landed several feet away from the bar and on her pointed heels with a loud. “TADA!!!” She bowed and waved, tossing the microphone aside saying: “Yea, thanks, thanks. Ya too kind! Alrigh’ shuddup already!” to the applause that she received. Hips, swaying she made her way over to the bar and leaned over it, with her plump, round bottom protruding behind her.
“Eh Mack, gimme anotha bee-ya!” she called over to the bartender who mumbled under his breathe as he began to fill her order.
With that Harley pulled a cigarette out from between her breasts and placed it between her lips. She turned to the person next to her. “Hey Sweet-cheeks, ya gotta light?” she asked with a wink.