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. (spacecowboys) wrote in rooms,

[quicklog: harl and selina / the egyptian, dc]
[There was one rule at the Egyptian; everyone was welcome.

Well, everyone that had money to lose. And it was a new rule, something born from the demise of the Family amnesty that a little redhaired bat had destroyed. The club was Selina's now, and the price? Well, a lot of green. In addition? The Families could meet there, unharmed. It was a safezone. She was Switzerland, and she could live with that. It was better than shootings in the street, and all just because Maroni and Falcone needed to cry at each other about something. Posturing, you see, was important, and this place? This place reduced the need for a body-count to prove a point before discussions could commence. But, oh, it wasn't just Family that passed through her doors. No, everyone from the mayor to the police chief frequented the club. She didn't load the dice, and she didn't favor the house; she didn't need to. A person played long enough? They lost. No, her tactic was to just keep them playing, and it was working so far.

The kitty cat? She was making a killing.

The whisper about Harley's arrival came before the little blonde even sat at the table. Two steps in the door, and someone carried the news up the long and twining steps. Well, at least the night wasn't going to be boring.

Selina sent back orders to let Gem play. And, then, she leaned against the top banister of that twirling stair, and she'd watched the gaming floor.

Part nostalgia, part curiosity, and it took only a few seconds for her to realize this wasn't her Harl. It wasn't the pink-gum girl that had blown bubbles in her ear and forced her to accept hugs. It wasn't the girl that had slept with a baby bird long dead. It wasn't the girl that had always tried too hard to help with Selina's pesky little bat problem. No, different girl altogether.

And, interestingly enough, this was the kitty cat's Harl in a completely different way.

This Harley, she was from home.

Selina let the little harlequin win a few hands, and then she took that long staircase down. It was time for introductions.

White, black and red, her hair pixie short, and Selina came up behind the girl with the whitened skin. She didn't clear her throat or tap the other woman on the shoulder. No, after a graceful moment of up-close perusal, she took the seat on Harley's right.] Deal me in.