Harley rolled her shoulders. "I am nothin' but class, honey." Said the girl with poke and stick prison tattoos all over her bared legs. "How long were you in for?"
The waiter came over and Harley bit her lip, and waved him closer. "No, closer." He leaned in and she snapped her teeth at him. Harley erupted in giggles. "Dom Perignon, chop chop."
She held the menu up again but was sneaking glances at Moriarty. She was trying to make eye contact with him. If she really wanted to get his attention, she could just put her foot in his lap. Hm, maybe later.