"See? That's why I love ya, Babsy!" She almost kicked the doors open to step inside, gun already trained as she did. "Nobody move!"
The bartender had a shotgun out, but Harley beat him to the punch, shooting the man in the stomach before smiling at the others who were cowering wherever they were. She then walked straight over to the bar and smiled at the woman behind it- clearly, a saloon girl who wasn't sure what to do now. "We'll take all the whiskey you have, Sweets! What do you want, Babsy?" She turned to her friend, grinning as the bargirl quickly gathered up the whiskey bottles, taking Harley very seriously.
That was probably a good idea.
Of course, Harley was thriving on this pure chaos and mayhem. She needed it. It was a distraction from what she'd been through just days earlier. And while she was still not really free, at least she could pretend to be here for a little while. "He woulda liked this, ya know? Mr. J...."