Harley sat in the spot cleared for her by Pam. She sat side saddle, with her knees pointed at Ivy. This woman was strange, but something about her made Harley's engine rev. She liked a woman who made her own choices, wasn't owned by anyone. She wanted to be like that. She was still getting over the Joker's sway. Sleeping with Ren made her feel better, like she loosened the collar around her neck.
Nothing was forever.
"This girlfriend sounds interesting. I'd like a hyena for a pet. And I know they're matriarchal. That's what's so cool about them. I was a head doctor but I know my animals."
She pointed at the water bottle. "You're probably not going to stop, so what can I do?"