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Long day, Kitty-Kat?

[Aaaand guess who has a cotton candy martini all made up for her most favorite feline femme fatale]

You have no idea.

[She stretched as she let her hair down before accepting the drink with a grateful smile.]

You really do know how to make a girl feel better, don't you? Or are you after something?

What? A gal can't make martinis without havin' an ulterior motives? Geeze, lighten up! [Judging by the glazed look in Harley's eyes, she had one or two test-runs of the pink-and-blue concoctions in Selena's hand.]

[The glazed look is enough to get Selina to relax, and she unbuttons her jacket before taking a sip of her drink and dropping down onto the sofa.] I'm always light, Harley. I'm positively floating on air. But you can't blame me for being suspicious. Everyone in this city has ulterior motives whether they admit to them or not.

Noooot me. I'm pretty upfront. [She giggles, flopping down on the rug.] But I guess I've got enough of a record that I'd be pretty leery of me. But you don't need t'worry. They're just girly drinks. See? [She downs hers, grinning.]

[She had to laugh, watching the other blonde with a smile. She then proceeded to down her martini and licked her lips.] And as far as girly drinks go, not so bad. But you're right about yourself. You are one of the few who can't seem to help but be upfront. I'm almost jealous.

What can I say, Kitty-Kat? I'm an open book. It's a bit of a sob-story but at least it's aaaaaall out on the table. [She waves her hand in an exaggerated fashion.]

[She stretched out her legs, running her fingers through her hair.] I'll definitely need more than one drink if either of us are going to start shedding tears.

Nope! I'm good! That was a couple martinis ago. Y'missed it. [She nudges the shaker closer to Selena.]

Any particular reason for the tears other than your sob story of a life? [She pours herself another drink, marveling for a moment at the combination of colors.] I feel dirty just for drinking something that looks like it belongs in a baby nursery, and yet I can't bring myself to really care.

[Harley giggles.] Sorry, they don't make cotton candy in grown-up colors. [She throws a bag of the stuff at Selena.] Y'put a fluff of it in the glass n'watch it melt. [she explains, eating a fistful herself. She doesn't answer the question. The answer is the same old-same old broken record reason.]

[She picked out a 'fluff' and set it into the glass as she tried not to let her distaste show so much. It was one thing to have the drink made for her. It was another to have to deal with cotton candy herself. Her gaze goes to Harley after a moment, eyes narrowing.]

You do realise you're better than him, don't you?

What? Who? I have noooooo idea who you're talking about. None. Nada. Noooo clue.

You're the open book, remember? And a terrible liar.

I got an idea. Let's talk about yooooour day. [Harley says, pointing at Selena. Or...a little to the right of Selena, really but there's two or three and she's taking a guess as to which one isn't a figment of martini-vision]

[She looked for a moment like she was going to try and press the issue but she took a sip of her martini instead and made a noise of disapproval.] Do you have any idea how hard it is to act like I care how my employer takes his coffee? He's an idiot. I'm sick of playing nice.

Yeah, I'll bet it's a real drag. [Harley says sympathetically.] An' I bet he's the kind of asshole who'll rip you a new one if you get it wrong.

I just want to scratch the smug look off his pudgy face. [She glared at the wall oppposite.] He has no idea who he's dealing with.

Nu-uh. And I bet he'd piss his tailored pinstriped pants if he did know who y'were, huh?

He really, really would. [She smiled at the image, very much looking like the cat that got the cream.] If only I could get at him without drawing attention.

Oooh, just go for it. Whose gonna tell? Maybe he won't know it's you but maybe he'll think twice before he messes with a girl.