Harley slowly let her arm drop. She didn’t know what had just happened, not really, and she didn’t really feel like dissecting it right now. She sort of felt like crying and that pissed her off. She wasn’t a cry baby. But it really sucked to go from being all cuddly to feeling rejected.
“Whatever. I don’t like you anymore either, so...” Which wasn’t the complete truth, but she wasn’t going to admit that. But she didn’t like this feeling like she should be crying and eating a tub of ice cream. Harley decided that if she was going to feel cruddy, Karen could feel cruddy right along with her.
“Just who do you think she you are, anyway? Turning me down. I’m a catch! I’m cute and hot and have a gun and a great tushie. You’re not even that great. Your boobs were saggy.” Harley gave a haughty little sniff trying to pretend she hadn’t just been utterly childish.