Puddin~

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“Puddin~”

Indie Harley Quinn

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“Puddin~”

Indie Harley Quinn

Important Note: I generally only want to write via the following methods: Skype, Kik, Text Message, Email, Google Docs, or Tumblr IM. You can read more about why on my about page. I hope this doesn’t deter you from contacting me.

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Post Reference (The Joker & Harley Quinn)

Everyone had been driven out of the club, it was usual closing time. Almost four in the morning and Harley had had....perhaps a bit too much to drink. The clock ticked away on the wall like a metronome, steady if any could hear it. She'd been sipping effervescent champagne that tickled her nose with each taste and taking shots of liquor that burned all the way down in the most satisfying of ways. Her hips moved with elegance and poise, enjoying the thumping music that made her heart beat in time with the bass. 

She'd even given her puddin’ at least two if not three lap dances (that she could remember) through the night, knowing it got him riled up. Knowing he had to work. It was her favorite past time. She even caught him ignoring a possible gun deal to stare at her dancing in the center stage to the slower music playing at the time. Those eyes could make any girl sizzle, and he was all hers. So she liked to think.

Once the club was empty, a few people stayed behind to clean, mopping up any blood, sweat, jizz or alcohol off the floor, the cool tile was sticky and slick in places, streaked with different colors that made it look like a high school prom gone wrong. They worked diligently, sanitizing everything, steam cleaning the couches. The whole club itself smelled terrible to anyone from the outside coming in. Bitter and musky. What a job that had to be. But they were paid well, and not shot. It was the little things.

Quinn stepped onto the DJ booth, opening the laptop and leaning over so she was bent at a lovely ninety degree angle, backside wiggling back and forth as she leaned her chin on her hand and searched the computer. Her blonde hair bobbed around her shoulders, curls dancing across that tattooed cheek as her face squished up to one side, creases near her eyes and mouth as she hummed in thought.

When she found what she was looking for, she nearly clapped, eyes wide and doe like as she started clicking. She worked easily, setting up a little playlist as she nibbled at her thumb, golden nails glittering as she set the lights to dim, annoying the cleaners that tried to work. Let em be annoyed, she’d cap anyone who spoke out. Instead of hearing complaints however, they pulled out headlamps, switching them on so they could continue working before she turned the colored lights on. The club came back to life, spotlights moving across the floor, disco ball dancing across the walls. 

She hummed happily and walked her way back across the bar top, knocking a glass onto the floor, chortling softly as it shattered. She climbed up to lean over the back of the couch in the office. "Won’tcha’ come dance with me puddin?" She asked softly, those eyes blown and foggy.

Her lip softened into a pout, sweet and pink like a peach, tongue touching it soft, leaving it glistening like dew. “Please?”