"Huh." She cocked her head and studied him. "Guess it's always somethin' with the cute ones, isn't it?" She shrugged it off. Harley was clearly a flirt. Anyone who knew her for more than a few seconds could probably pick up on that. It was her way of wrapping people around her little finger and catching them off guard at just the right moment. Problem was, she really wasn't sure what she was caching off guard for or when. Maybe she was just looking for an easy opportunity to have a little fun. But what that meant was anyone's guess.
Sleazy bar sounded good. She winked and kicked the door open. The last time she did this, there had been a cavern. This time? It...was an actual sleazy bar. And Harley's smile grew more genuine as she went in first, and their sudden appearance in the crowded biker bar didn't seem to draw much attention- probably something to do with how the doors worked.
It was like Pancho's, and not. Definitely more put together- a real bar. With a real group of targets men. All of whom were almost immediately leering at the new girl as she winked and made her way to the bar, slamming the baseball bat on the counter as she set it down and getting the bartender's attention right away.
"You can't have that in here." The man said and Harley just leaned up on the bar and pouted.
"Pwease? It's my emotional support weapon."
The man looked even angrier as Harley tried to fuck with him, reaching for the bat. As he did, Harley brought out a knife she'd had hidden somewhere (this was Harley Quinn, you never really asked where), and stabbed the bartop hard, narrowly missing the man's hand on the bar. Harley didn't flinch, but she did smile.