Hands went on the hips when she gave him an odd look. “If I have a gun and mallet, what kind of toys do you think I am talking about?” she asked as a smirk played on her lips.
“I am Harley,” she told him simply “You couldn’t seem to get my name right last night so perhaps not that you are SOBER!” she snickered to that outburst “You will get my name right this time and remember it, I am one of kind.”