Owner	Pose
Harley Quinn	A dingy little bar in the middle of East Harlem - Shouldn't be hard to find one. And there Harley setup some stuff. She put out a clipboard and brought with her some pens. She's got up a sign that says - Speed Dating but then an asterix is next to the Dating and underneath in smaller print is 'Psychotherapy'. And there she sits, her blonde pigtails coming down the sides of her face. She's got on a flanel shirt that's been unbuttoned for the bottom half or so, and tied off as a makeshift midriff and she's got on a part of denim short-shorts plus calf high boots. Sure, in Gotham she'd still be spotted as the Queen of Crime, but here in New York she's got a line of people. There's also a little hourglass used as a timer for five minutes. And she's looking over something on the clipboard till she says to the gentleman sitting across the way from her, "You've got a problem wit' alcohol, which ya use ta make up fer yer feeling of being inadequate at home. Wit' yer wife. Ya came out here not ta actually get a date, but ta get confirmation tha' yer as horrible of a person as ya think you are. And, lemme tell ya buster, from where I'm sittin' ya are. Cheatin', drinkin', can't even recognize that ya can afford it which means yer doin' something right, right?" A pause and she shakes her head, "I am prescribin' to you. Either, jumpin' off a bridge since that won't cause no public damage, and you'd likely be against that. Or, goin' home an' tellin' yer wife exactly how yer feelin' so you can know from the person ya wanna know whether or not yer a piece of garbage. If ya are, you can always do plan A, right?" A smile and she notices the sand goes through, "Next!" And there seems to be a few guys who have come in and a gal or two who are lined up for the speed date that was advertised on Tundr. The less classy Tinder.
Arthur Curry	Arthur looks a bit greasy, but there's no hiding his size. He is wearing a pair of beat up work boots, dark jeans and plaid shirt open over a black t-shirt. He looks like he just got off shift at the docks, a factory or work site. The lineup catches his eye first, then the sign. What slows him up is overhearing Harley. He snorts to himself and glances around wondering if there was a camera crew. He leans up against the streetlight pole near the last guy in line, listening in, looking faintly amused. He mostly discreetly checks out Harley and the couple of women that show up. "Yo, what's going on?" asks a young guy in skinny jeans and a tight shirt. Arthur shrugs. "Dunno. Think it's some prank thing."
Harley Quinn	When the guy who was told to go jump off a bridge, in not-so-few words, gets up and leaves another person sits down with Harley. And she pulls up her clipboard. She quirks her mouth back and forth, looking at it for a moment as she's assessing things. And then she looks up to the person and takes a look at them. Reaching out she turns the Hour Glass over. Someone comes in behind Arthur at that moment and is looking at their phone, "Hey, is this where that chick is doing the speed dating? Like, if someone can totally convince her they are worth it, she said she'd go on a date with them. And daaammn..." Looking over at Harley the guy who's in his early 20s starts brushing his hair with his fingers, "Do you see her? She's super hot." Clearly Harley doesn't notice Arthur as she's scrunching up her face in concentration while looking at the person in front of her, "Alright, mister. What kind of job... no wait, are you a lawyer? I bet you are, you brought in a briefcase to a datin' thing. No wait, yer hair is greasey. You sir, are a Financial Advisor." Looking him over, she even tips a bit to the side, tilting on her seat to check out the guy's shoes, "And not a very successful one. What with the age of yer shoes. You aren't insecure, you are too confident, an' most of that's a game fer you. From the way ya carry the briefcase it's filled with nothin'. You just walk it around so people think yer special. Yer suit, clearly thrift store buy, which ain't the problem, that just might mean yer smart with money. But you didn't even get it resized ta fit right. A man in a perfect suit, especially purple, oooooh..." SHe waves a hand near her face to fan herself as she swoons. "Anyhow. Right now what I'd do if I were you is go get yer teeth checked, get that suit there tailored to fit, an' then start doin' actual work. Yer jus' ridin' on your overconfidence an' I bet that's bit yer bottom in the past more than once but ya write it off on the other person." A shake of her head, "You sir, are a loser. Why is this city so full of borin' losers?!" She complains and writes a big X on the clipboard. "Next!"
Arthur Curry	Arthur stands up from the streetlight and steps forward with the line when it moves. "Yeah, this is it," he says. "And it's funny as hell. You think you got a shot? She's not out of your league?" he asks suppressing a smile. "Bet it's a punked thing. Bet anything. Or one of the girls gets it." Arthur crosses his arms and walks forward when the lines moves.
Harley Quinn	When next shows up, there's a woman sitting across from Harley. And she squints at the woman, appraising her in a very expressive sort of way. Eyes close, she moves her head to kind of look her over a bit more. And then she says, "Yer jus' the waitress tryin' ta get offa doin' work!" And she shakes her head, and then adds, "Lady. If I had yer kind of work ethic I'd never get a job done." And she quickly shouts out, "Next!" And the woman just kind of sighs and goes back to work. She just starts looking for orders for some people who are in line. And it proceeds this way, some people get some minor compliments, or sincere and genuinely helpful advice. One person even gets told that he'd make a very good burglar and she slides him a card and does this wink that's very exaggerated. Before she shouts out Next! between each person. The person right before Aquaman is a red headed woman and Harley smiles at her. "You are gorgeous, but quite frankly, yer not enough obsessed with plants fer me. Sorry. Though, here's some free advice fer ya." A pause, "Yer definitely a danger seeker, comin' out to a place like this. Yer tryin' to experiment, but ya also got a bit of a suicidal streak. That's alright, who don't?" A bit of a shrug and she smiles to the rehead, "Fer yer information, jus' incase ya try again. Ya shouldn't even bother wit' yer wrists. Just... you know..." A thumb is dragged over her own neck as she makes a cartoony sscscccrrrrrrrchk sound. The woman covers up her wrists with her sleeves being tugged on more, and with wide horrified kind of eyes she gets up and heads quickly toward the door. "Jeez, I was jus' sayin' if ya wanted ta be successful at anythin' in yer life... do it the right way. What's wrong with that?" This more to herself than anyone else. Then it's, "NEXT!" And it's Arthur's turn to take a seat.
Arthur Curry	Arthur watches the woman go, with a bit of a frown. When looks back at Harley he cocks his head slightly, but then smiles and sits down. "So, you're my hot date tonight?" he asks with a half grin, almost a smirk. Arthur settles back in the chair. He gives Harley a once over. "Wouldn't be the strangest pikcup I ever had."
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn eyes over Arthur and she tilts her head to the side, the full almost 90 degrees so that her head is almost resting on a shoulder, then she lets it settled a bit canted to the side. "Now aren't ya a muslcey man type." She eyes Arthur some more, "Your presentation although in words is a bit arrogant, or cocky, it is self-assured. As though you know that you are prime beef sittin' in the butcher shop jus' waiting ta be wrapped up an' takin' home." Though she quirks her mouth back and forth and she sniffs the air a bit. And then wonders, "You got a name mister? Ya seem comfortable in them work clothes, which means yer a hard worker. I'd wager yer not unused ta havin' ta work to get what ya want, but that hard work comes easy to you and in fact you might even enjoy it."
Arthur Curry	"Prime be..." Arthur laughs when he gets it. "Sure, close enough. Name's Arthur. What's yours? Wait. You look like a..." Arthur looks at Harley and then grunts. "Something different. Like Marlow or Calypso. It's Calypso, isn't it," he says with a finger snap. "You'd be a great Calypso."
Harley Quinn	With a bit of a squint, Harley smiles at the man in front of her, "Well, Arthur. Is that like King Arthur? The fella wit' the sword an all. Ya don't seem as naive, but who knows, maybe yer a bastard too?" And she chuckles a bit at that, and keeps on smiling. "Calypso huh? Definitely not a Marlow. That's a name that starts wit' an M, an' I ain't never gone by no M name. Put two of those together an' ya'd get confused with a candy." And then she thinks about it, "What about me would make fer a great Calypso? Hmm? Mister Arthur?" She still hasn't turned over the hourglass yet.
Arthur Curry	"I've been called a bastard once or twice," Arthur smirks. "Why Calypso? Hmm." He folds his arms across his chest. Some of the tattoos poke out of his sleeves at the wrists. "It's kinda got that sexy, sultry vibe, so that fits. But it's not normal. Some chick tells you her name is Calypso and you're like... What? So that, too. And mysterious. Definitely mysterious. Like why a girl looking like you is picking up guys like this. That's a mystery," he says and grins. "Totally Calypso, I'm sticking with that."
Harley Quinn	"Hmmm, pickin' up guys?" And then Harley blinks and ohhhs, "Riiiiiiight, yeah, the sign an' all. Funny that." And she just shrugs her shoulders, "So, what problems in yer life you got? Hmm? Oh, an' I ain't no Calypso neither. My names Harley. Nice ta meet ya fella." And she looks down to her clipboard. "Work boots, work clothes." She writes some stuff down on the clipboard, and then she wonders, "You just come from work or you always ready ta work? Hmmm? You don't seem the sort who'd come here for any reason other than to get away or maybe back ta yer roots or somethin'."
Arthur Curry	"Harley? See? Unexpected," Arthur replies with a chuckle. "I'm just gonna call you Calypso though. Way better." "Been out of town for a while, just blowing off steam. Weekend," he says with a shrug after she writes on her clipboard. "So what's my diagnosis Dr. Calypso? Can it be treated with a drink?"
Harley Quinn	There's a small twitch of her left eye, "My name -is- Harley." She offers a bit stressed by being called something else. And she takes in a breath, that is deep enough to cause her chest to rise. And she lets it out, sort of staring down at her clipboard when you call her Dr. Calypso, she breaks the pen she was writing with. "Oooooooh, Mister. Ya best not call me Calypso even one more time." She's pointing her finger right at Arthur and seems a bit angry for just a name. "Yer diagnosis is tha' ya better play nice. Ya ain't wanna see me when I'm angry... there's a tendency fer things to get real excitin'." And she's just flared up really simply and easily.
Arthur Curry	Arthur looks playful at her first reaction to being called Calypso. He quirks an eyebrow at the second and opens his mouth to say something. "Oh, damn! She's pissed at you, bruh! You're done!" says a guy two back in line wearing white pumas, blue jeans and an Under Armour t-shirt. Arthur's face clouds over. He stands up and turns around. The look of amusement on the face of the guy two back in line freezes in place. Arthur walks up to his face and tilts his head slightly. They are about the same height, but the other is a lot more slight. "I was... Y'know, just sayin', man," the guy protests, backing off. Arthur stands there still glaring at him. The guy backs off more. Arthur turns and walks back to his chair. The line has gone quiet. "Whatever, man," the guy says, managing to sound a little angry. He walks off. "What'd you say? You're really exciting?" Arthur asks as he settles back in.
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn is visibly twitching, her arm muscles spasming a little bit, though that might be hard for anyone in the line to see it's easier for Arthur with his expanded range of senses. And Harley calms down a little bit, but one of her eyes can't help but keep on twitching. "I was sayin' that my name is Harley. Harley Quinn. I go by the name I chose cause I'm an independent woman." She offers, but then there's some murmuring happening in the line. "Oh, shit, man, THE Harley Quinn?" SOme other guy, "Who?" And then someone else, "The crazy chick who was recently caught by the NYPD. And she broke out, she goes toe-to-toe to Batman." Another person asks, "Who?" And there's a sigh, "God, don't you people read the paper?!" And there's some chuckling at that though some people are starting to depart... as sneakily as possible. Harley though, has her eyes right on Arthur, "I'm..." She pauses and puts her hand on her chest, "You think that I'm excitin'? Oh. I... can be I guess, not more than yer average girl, or nothin'. But I do tend ta walk my own aisle, I take the path that ain't made yet, I eat the cookie that's fallen on the floor. And other similar sayin's."
Arthur Curry	Arthur turns his head just slightly, catching the talk behind him. He crosses his arms again as hears people starting to leave. "Right. Harley. Harley Quinn," Arthur says. He runs his tongue over his top teeth. "So you're independent, not very exciting and famous, huh? You really got into a fight with Batman?"
Harley Quinn	"Multiple times, actually. Sometimes it's jus' he is clobberin' me on the head, or stickin' one of them bat shuriken thingies he uses cause he feels like he's a ninja more than an abuser of women... inta my shoulder or leg, or neck." A bit of a shrug and Harley keeps eyeing Arthur, "I've been in fights wit' all them capes really. At some point in time or another. Everyone wants ta beat up Harley." A pause and she looks over at Arthur again as people are clearing out of the room. She wonders, "If yer not afraid of me, than yer some kind of cape too, aren't ya? Though yer stayin', so maybe yer some kind of crimelord tryin' to move in on the gig I had setup here? You ain't seem the type though, like a good - bad - boy kinda look ta ya. Criminal types aren't usually inta hard work."
Arthur Curry	Arthur looks her over again and shrugs. "Doesn't seem right beating on some chick, but if Batman did, you probably deserved it. I call bullshit on the rest though," Arthur says and gets up. "You supposed to be some super criminal? Fighting all the capes," he chuckles. He walks around the bar, pulls out a bill fold and leaves a hundred on the bar. Then he grabs a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. He does not pay attention to the people clearing out. "Though I guess we'll find out pretty quick. If you're someone you've got what, five minutes? Maybe?" he says and sits back down. He pours them both shots. Arthur pounds his back and pours another. "I'm not a crimelord, by the way. I just came for a drink."
Harley Quinn	Sitting there, as Arthur attempts to call Harley's bluff, "It's true. I been in fights wit'em all. I ain't never been no liar mister. Every once in a while I pull off a roleplayin' or two by pretendin' ta be a cop or waitress. Or somethin'. Even then I ain't really lyin' jus' playing another job. I'm good at it too, waitressin', almost as good as mental therapyin'." As the alcohol is grabbed Harley just shrugs, "Yer loss. I mean, cops'll show, they'll ask ya a bunch of questions an' waste yer time fer sure. Though we're pretty far out, in Gotham I'd say they'd never show up. But here in New York? NYPD is kind of responsive ta such things, especially since I jus' got outta one of them armored truck thingies." And she moves her clipboard to the side, which has basically a blank piece of paper with stick figure drawings and emoji styled faces all over it. She wasn't taking notes or anything. With that though she kind of eyes Arthur, "So, ya sayin' ya ain't no crimelord. That's a nice way of sayin' ya are a cape. I worked wit' some of them as well, even Bats himself. I got charm, accordin' to my best friend April, an' I think that most people forgive me fer things I done."
Arthur Curry	"You got character, anyway," Arthur says with a smile. He glances at the clipboard and shakes his head. "Okay, you gotta tell me what the deal is here. You didn't come all the way from Gotham, which is a hole, to New York, just to punk a bunch of desperate people on a Saturday and crush their souls by calling out their crap. I thought this was some kind of punked thing at first. Now? Dunno." He downs his second shot. "You got someone jumping them out side?"
Harley Quinn	There's a little shake of her head, and Harley mentions, "Why would I have someone else jump'em?" And she mentions, "I was providin' an honest ta goodness service fer the down and outs of this 'ere city." And she pulls her sign about the whole Speed Dating thing with the asterix. She shows it to Arthur, "Ain't nobody read the fine print. I jus' put up some pictures of me on some app fer datin' and put an' address down. Then people started ta come up wit' all sorts of reasons why I was here instead of jus' readin' the sign." And she shrugs a little bit, "I needed ta get them 'ere somehow. So I could help. I'm such a noble person." She smiles bigger and looks over to the alcohol, and shots and she wonders, "Can vodka even get a fella like you drunk? I know it can't me, but that's cause I'm blessed by wonderful friendships."
Arthur Curry	Arthur makes a 'what does that even mean' face. "I never had enough to find out," he shrugs but peers at Harley like he is looking at one of those pictures where there is supposed to be a woman and a witch, but you can only see one. "So you were just messing with them?" he asks incredulously. "I don't get it. Seems kinda risky to just go out in public after running away from the cops. Unless this was all an elaborate plan to lure me here and get free drinks."
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn sighs and shakes her head, "Ya ain't listenin' to me. I'm a doctor, an' I was helpin' people. Sometimes ya jus' gotta give folks the actual truth before they'll do anythin' with their lives." She starts with, adding in, "But ya do run the risk of losin' some of them. That's the risk of bein' a medical professional, ya win some ya lose some. All in a days work though." And she doesn't seem to respond at all to the odd looks. It's probably pretty normal for her, as she smiles to Arthur, "I ain't lurin' no one out fer drinks fella. Alcohol is a toxin of a sort, ain't do nothin' for me but make me tender any more. Was never much of a drinker though, unless it's extra sugary fizzy pop. That stuff is dangerous. Kept me up fer three days the last time I drank it." And she shakes her head with her eyes wide, and then adds on, "I ain't too sure if you know me then. I'm very good at gettin' away, or escapin'. I even got broke outta Arkham by that Nightwing fella jus' a few weeks ago. Wasn't even plannin' on leavin' just yet. How about you? Ever been locked up or somethin'?"
Arthur Curry	Arthur just shakes his head. "Alright, helping people. Sure," he concedes. Then Arthur scowls when Harley asks if he had ever been locked up. "Nobody locks me up," he rumbles. He pours and drinks another shot and tips it at Harley. "Arkham? It all makes sense now. Well. Enjoy your drink," he says and points one finger on the hand holding his shot glass at Harley. "No escaping from me. I don't need that kind of headache. What's Arkham like, anyway? I heard they send half of everybody Batman catches to that place."
Harley Quinn	Reaching up to scratch at her head a little bit, she looks over at Arthur, "Yer sayin' ya ain't gonna let me go? Even though I ain't been doin' nothin' but talkin' wit' folks?" A question, though she shrugs a little bit, "Arkham ain't so bad. Was almost murdered there a few times, get plenty of puddin', I have my own clothin' when I get there, but they ain't really my colors. Also, there's a few people in there." She leans forward some and puts her hand to the side of her mouth like she's protecting a whisper, but she doesn't speak any quieter, "But some of them fellas are crazy."
Arthur Curry	Arthur shrugs. "You're the one that said she got out of one of those police trucks. What you do after they get you again is their problem, but you're not embarassing me tonight," he says, gruffly. "Arkham sounds kind of shitty. Why keep getting into a mess? You're weird, but you're not stupid. You probably could be a medical professional or something. And get paid for it. I don't get it," he muses with slight crease of the forehead. "Why sail against the wind?"
Harley Quinn	There's a bit of a chuckle, and Harley shrugs her shoulders, "So, yer tellin' me yer willin' ta make me go back inta captivity jus' because? That sounds like yer doin' what ya think you oughta instead of what is best fer everyone involved." With regards to the questions about Arkham and whatnot she hrmmmms and quirks her mouth to the side, "It ain't so bad. I get free electroshock therapy there, an' every once in a while I get a beatin'. So, it's usually worth my time. Though sailin' against the wind seems like a lotta fun. What wit' the wind rushin' in against yer face, the challenge of winnin' and all. If yer inta that sort of thing."
Arthur Curry	"Not my place to tell them who they can and can't arrest, but it's in my best interests to follow their rules when I'm here," Arthur says. There's something grudging about it, like it chafes. "Are you messing with me? Electroshock and beatings... Sounds great," he says with a frown as she just... sails on to sailing. Arthur looks a little bewildered. He knocks back his shot and thumps the glass down on the table. "There's a whole world out there, things you wouldn't believe. And you're missing it."
Harley Quinn	"When you're here? I don't detect no foreign accent wit' ya. Are you an alien? I ran into a few of them recently. Good fellas. Though one did try an' eat me, I think it was those exra fizzy pops I was havin', so it was really my fault." A bit of a cant to her head as she looks over to Arthur, "Why would I be messin' wit' ya about Electroshock therapy? It's seriously free there. I mean, free ta me. I'm sure them tax payers get charged right up the left nostril." She nods her head to that, "Which is what is wrong wit' modern day economics. I'm gettin' free health care, while the poor sap on the street is dyin' from crushed in ribs fer what? So some fella can have a penthouse? It's jus' gonna get burned down someday. Or exploded, ain't sure I've decided yet." "I know there's a world. I been away from Gotham, been all sorts of places. But there ain't quite nothin' like comin' home after a short or long stay at Arkham, an' seein' my Puddin'.""
Arthur Curry	Arthur cocks his head slightly and smirks a bit, then turns his attention back to Harley. "Aliens? Really. I've met one or two. Didn't try to eat me. Maybe I'm not as tasty as you. Might want to finish that," he says with a nod to the drink. "Rude not to." Arthur pours himself another shot. "A lot of things don't make sense, do they. A lot of things. Who's your puddin'? You married?"
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn takes the shot and drinks it down quickly before rolling it in her palm to let it drop from one hand, into her other where she does a quick flick backwards with her hand to make it arc up and over her shoulder. It then lands on her shoulder, rolls down, and she pops it up at the last moment to slow it down and have it slide smoothly onto the table's surface. "I was afraid I'd taste funny." To that she grins big and is barely holding back a laugh. Though the laughter kind of goes away when she's asked if she's married. Sighing out she looks away and then down, toward her lap, and then up again, "Not yet. Mistah J an' I, we got our ups and downs, like Nottingham. I'm a bit old fashioned, if he were ta ever ask though... I'd definitely say yes. There was a moment... when he was, askin' fer real. But, it didn't pan out none."
Arthur Curry	Arthur watches Harley do the Harlem Globetrotter with a shot glass and makes an appreciative face. "Now that's a party trick... To bad about your guy. Did he really get you?" he asks curiously. "That's hard to find"
Harley Quinn	"He gets me fer sure." Harley says and she sighs, "He's been real busy an' all, an' I'm hopin' that after it all maybe, jus' maybe we can start our conversation up at the same place we left it." And she looks over to Arthur smiling, "Do you got a missus cape? Or a mister? I ain't a one sided gal, no reason you gotta be neither." And there's a little nod, "It's hard ta find true love. In a million lifetimes it may not even happen once. Ya know? But when yer... when ya got a heart that beats, strong, an' a soulmate who lifts ya up? Ain't nothin' you can't do. Probably why I ain't too prone ta findin' a place far away an' stayin' there. My heart was captured and locked up in the iron maiden of love."
Arthur Curry	Arthur smiles despite himself. "I do," he nods. "She's my queen. Nobody like her. Fierce as the storm, bright as lightning, stronger than steel. And looks amazing in green. I look no further, there's nothing to find." He gives a shrug. "If you've found that, then good on you. Try not to take it away from anyone else by exploding apartments or whatever. Imagine if you lost your puddin'."
Harley Quinn	"Aww, that's sweet of ya ta say. Stronger than steel, bright as lightnin'. I like those things yer sayin'. Very... industrial weathery." Harley mentions as she listens and then she tilts her head, "I ain't too sure I understand what an apartment explodin' an' my puddin' have to do with one another. There ain't no way you heard about me blowin' up his room while he was in it. That's jus' between him an' me. But true love prevailed, an' he survived it." Smiling and looking to Arthur, "That there's the thing about true love. Death cannot stop true love all it can do is delay it for a little while."
Arthur Curry	Arthur just chuckles and shakes his head. "Well, /Harley/, it's been fun. But there are some people outside who want to talk with you, and it's not really my business." He downs his last drink and pushes up from the table. "I'd say stay out of trouble, but I don't think that's your thing. Do me a favour though and don't hurt them. Or I'll find you and make you listen to me call you by different names."
Harley Quinn	Twitching a little bit, Harley grumbles, "I'll promise ya this. You jus' sort of turn a blind eye ta me goin' out the back. An' I'll not hurt'em. Keepin' ya from yer missus ain't my idea of a good time. An' these fellas, they ain't gonna let me go unless one of us is bleedin'." Offers the woman and she puts out her hand to shake Arthur's hand in the sealing of a 'deal'. "Yer a nice lookin' fella. Not pale enough fer me, or green enough, but ya sure got yer head on straight. Jus' don't twist it too far one way or the other. That jus' makes fer trouble."
Arthur Curry	Arthur smirks. "I'll keep that in mind. Besides, if they don't have someone out back, they don't deserve to catch you." He shakes Harley's hand. "I'm not a big fan of incompetents."