6069/Woah, Clown Lady

Woah, Clown Lady
Date of Scene:	29 December 2018
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Quicksilver

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Harley Quinn has posed:
South Point doesn't have a whole ton to recommend it. Who wants to hang out around offices and favtories? Gotham University can be interesting...if you're in college. Harley's college days are well behind her, though. Instead, she's in her civvies...well, as civvie as she gets, with the bleached skin, the bleached hair, and the colored pigtails. She's currently moving through the clothing stores, enjoying rattling people a little with the "is she/isn't she" as they try to speculate on the identity of the infamous villainess.

Quicksilver has posed:
Then, there's a blue blur.

way faster than the eye can reasonably track, then he's in the clothing store, white hair, black leather jacket, white slacks, white shoes, and some fingerless glvoes on his hands, he hums as he looks at the clothing articles. "talk about out of style." his accent clear as day as he looks around. "hm." then he notices Harley. Isn't she with the Joker? wait...where's the Joker?! He looks around even more. but he doesn't move. but it's clear that he's lookin' at Harley.

Harley Quinn has posed:
    She looks back, and can't help but smirk a little, and gives a little finger-wave. "Hey, sweetie." she singsongs. "What's gotcha innerested?"

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro tilts his head at her. "arn't you...usually in the 'kill people by the tens' kind of profession?" he says far more quietly so only they could hear. After all, he'd be worried if she had a bomb attached to one of the clothes or something. but his accent? still quite bearable

Harley Quinn has posed:
    Harley grins, eyes twinkling. "Am I? Ain't you hero-types supposed to have an encyclopedic knowledge of all this stuff?" She spreads her hands, amused. "Even a busy girl's still gotta get herself an outfit every now and again." If she has a dire plan, she's not making it obvious. But then, Harley loves her mind games.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro tilts his head at her. "I don't know. I am not Tony Stark." Quicksilver gives a little smirk. "But, you make a good point. So then, I will not bring you in, since you have decided to be peaceful." he looks around, before he looks left, a red blouse. "I think that would look nice on you."

Harley Quinn has posed:
    "Well, ain't you a charmer? Yeah, red's kinda one'a my colors. What's your name, sweetie?" She doesn't keep up as much with the international set. She takes the blouse off the rack and holds it up against her form.

Quicksilver has posed:
Peitro looks at Harley and he seems to tilt his head. "hmm...my little secret." he teases her, before he shakes his head. "Pietro. Pietro Maximoff." he offers his hand to Harley for a handshake.

Harley Quinn has posed:
    She rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. "Harley Quinn." She takes his hand and shakes it, in a slightly exaggerated manner. "Nice ta meetcha." The blouse gets draped over her arm, apparently she's decided to keep it. "So, you here for little ol' me, or you just doin' your own shoppin', Peetro?"

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro shakes her hand gently despite her exaggerated shake. "Nice to meet you too. I'm just here to look for clothes. I feel as if my clothing is a bit out of date."

Harley Quinn has posed:
    She lets go, and gives him a look over. "Jeez, I dunno. Most of the guys I know either wear black, or they go for the really vibrant look, and I dunno if either a' those would work for you." She moves over, and plucks a black miniskirt off the rack to go with the red blouse.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro chuckles a little bit. "Really? doesn't work for me? How you figure?" Do you think my color should be green?" he almost seems to mock or chastize Harley for her words, as if Pietro was just beside himself@!

Harley Quinn has posed:
She snickers. "Nah. I already know somebody who does the green. Ya just ain't got the look for it." She considers. "Try somethin' with more style. This place is a little too urban chic for ya." With that, Harley turns on a heel, and starts to saunter towards the register.