Actually, no. It was really boring to eat by yourself. At least in Harley's opinion. Heck, even when she ended up running into some of these grumpy bastards who wanted to start a shouting match, it was better than being alone. Especially today. Why?

Fish. Ugh... Of all the things, why did they have to serve this junk? Just the smell floating around the room was enough to make her want to gag. Thus, she was going to be settling with an apple for lunch. The smell wasn't doing much for her appetite, anyway. And since she wouldn't be eating, she was going to have to find someone interesting to talk to.

It actually didn't take very long to find someone who fit the bill (hell, it NEVER took long). It was this huge guy with equally huge, white hair. She'd have probably need a blindfold not to notice this one. But what caught her attention most was the face paint. Or maybe they were tattoos. It set off bells immediately either way. Another gang member, maybe? What kind of gang would have marks like that? Oh, this might be interesting.

Without asking for permission of any kind, Harley plopped herself into the seat directly across from the guy. She waved her apple-hand in what she thought was an acceptable greeting wave. "Hey-hey! Enjoyin' the slop?"