Kenny & Harley
Kenny always did thought people who didn't need drugs or sex were strange. That someone could be perfectly fine and happy completely sober. He couldn't do that. He needed drugs and sex. While neither made anything better, they did make his life less shitty for awhile.
By the time Harley had plopped down beside him, the acid had started to kick in a little. "Oh, hey," he said, staring at her. "Did you dye your hair brighter? They look very bright right now." Without a word, he reached and touched the pink part of her hair.