"Aww... I wanted to see the fireworks, too!" she said with a small pout as though actually devastated. She would have stayed if she knew they were doing that. "If you do it again, you better invite me! Promise?"
She certainly hoped he would invite her next time. It sounded like a lot of fun! Well, except for the whole smelly, turning-into-a-zombie part. That sounded pretty bad. Though she guessed being a zombie wasn't supposed to be all fun and games. Not that it looked it anyway. Actually, it looked pretty gross if she stopped to think about it.
Porky's suggestion, however, pulled her thoughts from disgusting things and back to fun ideas. He was right! Even if she couldn't spike the doctors' drinks and watch them stumble over each other for a day, there were plenty of wackos here who would probably give an arm and a leg for a drink or two. If she could find a way to give out maybe thirds of the bottle's contents, then that was three goodies she could get out of one bottle! ...And maybe she could save the actual bottle itself for, oh I don't know, throwing glass shards into a certain bastard's food.
"Hey! Not bad, Pops!" she said with an impressed grin. "People in the nuthouse are always clamorin' for a smoke or a drink. Bet I could get a lot of fun things for it!"
Even though he had just said he wasn't making any promises, Harley clapped her hands together excitedly at the proposition. "Really? Really, really?! I might get one, too?!" That was so exciting! Her very own little blowtorch! And maybe this time it wouldn't get taken away and she could keep it. Grandpa sure was nice to be giving her one again.
...Hold on. People weren't normally that nice now, were they? There must have been a catch like... "Wait. Do I gotta try solving riddles and stuff, too?" Where was that Nigma guy when ya needed him? She spread a big oh-so-innocent smile, as though to indicate she wasn't all that great at them. If he wanted an exchange for the flamethrower, she would have to hope he'd be good with something else.
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She certainly hoped he would invite her next time. It sounded like a lot of fun! Well, except for the whole smelly, turning-into-a-zombie part. That sounded pretty bad. Though she guessed being a zombie wasn't supposed to be all fun and games. Not that it looked it anyway. Actually, it looked pretty gross if she stopped to think about it.
Porky's suggestion, however, pulled her thoughts from disgusting things and back to fun ideas. He was right! Even if she couldn't spike the doctors' drinks and watch them stumble over each other for a day, there were plenty of wackos here who would probably give an arm and a leg for a drink or two. If she could find a way to give out maybe thirds of the bottle's contents, then that was three goodies she could get out of one bottle! ...And maybe she could save the actual bottle itself for, oh I don't know, throwing glass shards into a certain bastard's food.
"Hey! Not bad, Pops!" she said with an impressed grin. "People in the nuthouse are always clamorin' for a smoke or a drink. Bet I could get a lot of fun things for it!"
Even though he had just said he wasn't making any promises, Harley clapped her hands together excitedly at the proposition. "Really? Really, really?! I might get one, too?!" That was so exciting! Her very own little blowtorch! And maybe this time it wouldn't get taken away and she could keep it. Grandpa sure was nice to be giving her one again.
...Hold on. People weren't normally that nice now, were they? There must have been a catch like... "Wait. Do I gotta try solving riddles and stuff, too?" Where was that Nigma guy when ya needed him? She spread a big oh-so-innocent smile, as though to indicate she wasn't all that great at them. If he wanted an exchange for the flamethrower, she would have to hope he'd be good with something else.