“It’s called a costume.” she remarked as she tilted to head and rolled her eyes. “And where did you come from?” she challenged back in a scoff as she didn‘t answer his question.
Harley sized up the man, he was big, strong, like Mister J, and she could take him if she had to. “Ha that was so funny? Did you come from? Is there a top notch biker bar somewhere?” okay so she wasn’t the smartest at come backs, she had her moment, this sadly wasn’t one of them.