Talk about a good day. It was so strange considering last night. It was starting to seem like whenever something got her down, something came right along and perked her back up good as new. This just proved she couldn't let stupid things bug her and that she really didn't have anything to worry about in a place like this.

Aaand she had plans for tonight. And a playmate. As long as the place wasn't going to get flooded with zombies again, this could turn out to be fun! If all went well anyway.

Harley sat down, cross-legged in her chair, and pushed the meat aside. She was a little hungry by this point, but she had a promise to keep. She'd have to save it for now. So she decided to concentrate on her french fries, ripping open a ketchup packet and worked on making a big smiley face pattern on her fries. Might as well start the night off right.