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[folieamor]

WHO: HARLEY and YOU
WHERE: ALL OVER THE PLACE.
WHEN: 23/03
WARNINGS: HARLEY QUINN IN PUBLIC.
SUMMARY: Harley explores the city; Harley probably gets into trouble.
FORMAT: quick to start, will change to suit. specifying different locations in comments, pls be patient.

[Harley is a late riser. She wakes at ten thirty in the morning and doesn't get dressed until forty-five minutes afterwards. Her initial exploration of the City has been: one shopping trip. Today she plans to do another.

And maybe eat?

Life is hard without money. Life is boring when you live on your own. Nevertheless, she is in good spirits. ]

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[wallsofjericho]

Joey nodded in response as he headed it over to the delighted, pretty girl. He wasn't sure what she'd meant by the random gestures, but he got the overall gist of 'ohmygod fur coat.' He tried signing, because you never could tell who might know. "Try it own! See how it looks."

He mimed shrugging into a coat for good measure.

[folieamor]

Not needing to be told twice, she does just that. She is delighted as she spins around, tugging the coat around her. She wants this coat. She is fairly sure she and this coat are meant to be.

She stops spinning long enough to try and gauge his opinion. Yes? No? There is no maybe.

[wallsofjericho]

Joey laughs and nods enthusiastically. The coat really does look well on her, but it's how charmingly excited that she is that really makes it work. He is a firm believer that happiness is the best accessory.

He points over to a nearby mirror. "You need to see this for yourself. Do the collar up like Mae West." He demonstrates, pulling his own jab key's collar up and holding it close to his neck, the way a 1940s femme fatale would show off a really lush fur coat.

[folieamor]

This guy is something else.

She does exactly what he says, however. Hell yes; she looks amazing, if she does say so herself. After posing, she turns to look at him. "You think it's worth the investment?"

[wallsofjericho]

He considers this as he carefully straightens out his jacket. It's a good coat, and fur goes with just about any color dress. But he doesn't have to look at the price to know that it's going to be expensive.

Joey shrugs, but he's still staring at the coat, with his head tilted to one side. He doesn't want to be the one to discourage the purchase. "Would you have a chance to wear it?"

[folieamor]

She considers this for a moment.

In her wildest fantasies, maybe. In her apartment? She shakes her head and shrugs, lifting a hand to scratch her head. Too flashy for work, maybe. Or just flashy enough?

Eddie would probably make fun of her.

Her shoulders sag. "Guess not."

[wallsofjericho]

So she does know some sign language, that's always exciting. It simplifies things. "I'm Joe, by the way."

He gives her a little smile. It's probably the best decision, but it's always disappointing when perfection's just out of your reach. "You know, I've seen some good secondhand shops. I bet you could find an awesome vintage coat that would look better. Classic styles are classic for a reason."

[folieamor]

She squints. Longer sentences take a moment -- Harley has long since stopped counting the years since she graduated, but it's been a while since her last refresher course.

She gets the jist of it after a minute. "Huh. You think so?"

[wallsofjericho]

He notices the delay and will go more slowly, try not to use obscure signs when something more basic will do. "Yes. You never know, you could get lucky. Plus, you won't have to worry about anyone else having it, and you can turn it into a good party story. Say that it was the only thing your great-aunt Hilda took with her off the Titanic."

[folieamor]

She snorts. "Don't think anyone would believe I got a great aunt Hilda."

She very carefully puts the coat back on the rack. There will be other fur coats. Cheaper ones! One's with more history.

[wallsofjericho]

"A great aunt Cecily, then. The name isn't the important part of the story," Joey chided gently. He still feels awful about having dissuaded her from buying the coat and wants to somehow make it up to her. "Do you want to go check out some thrift shops with me now?"

[folieamor]

She feels sort of bad for all this pausing. Sort of. Her guilt is dissuaded by reminding herself that it has been a long time since her internship.

She thinks on it. "Hmm. I guess so. I don't really got much else to do."

[wallsofjericho]

There's no need for her to feel guilty. Joe is terribly excited to have stumbled upon someone who can read sign, and he thinks today is going to be a Good Day.

"You never did tell me your name. I'm going to call you Blondie," he signs before offering her his arm.

[folieamor]

"The name's Harley."

She takes his arm. A gentleman at last! Today is Harley's lucky day.