Kenny & Harley
"It was a poke. Please," Harley replied, rolling her eyes. Such a baby. Still, when he held up his hand, it was clean and Harley shook her head. He was tripping hard, wasn't he? Acid would do that. Harley preferred the drugs that had her hearing voices; they always told her to do so many fun, fun things.
"There is nothing there, Kenny," she replied, shaking her head. "It's all that acid messing with your mind, babe."