Harley misses her Puddin’.
Raising an eyebrow at Valya’s suggestion, Harley smirked. “An idea for future use, huh? Though if ya wanna trick him, ya better do it good because I think he’s learnt not to just go along with things so easily after the times I tricked him… Oopsies.”
Noticing her other hand was finished, Harley yanked it away from the woman. “Shoo, sugar.” Turning back to Val, she fluttered her eyelashes at her. “See, I was nice that time. Now that I got pretty nails, what’s next?”
“Oh, with me he won’t even know what’s coming. He’ll just follow me in blindly.” Valya smiled. “It’ll be great. And will at least work once.”
Valya inspected her finished fingers and followed the woman’s instructions to go put them under the lights to dry. “We get them dry and then I don’t know.”
Harley misses her Puddin’.
“I consider what I do interesting, and I suppose that ranges from person to person, but hey, we can agree to disagree.”
She smiled at Harley. “Poor Jon. The man can’t catch a break with either of us. He should find himself a hobby that’s not scientific and meet some more people.”
Harley gave a small breath of laughter. “Hah! Jonny get a hobby? Good luck with that one! If it don’t involve makin’ sciency stuff, he ain’t interested. Though I gotta admit, he does need to get out more.”
“We should buy him one of those kid hobby sets, or children’s science sets or something, and leave it outside his door as a surprise. Then he’ll have to come out.” Valya tapped her fingers against the arm of the chair. “Or we could tell him we’re going to a forum on science and bring him somewhere else.”
Harley misses her Puddin’.
Not catching Val’s comment, Harley raised an eyebrow in her direction. “I’m sure it is, kiddo. But I’m just sayin’, ya should be doin’ more interestin’ things.” She held her hands up in front of her, “Again, no offence.”
Harley giggled, agreeing completely with Valya’s evaluation. “Hah! That’s an understatement. I guess with you he gets to get a taste of the, uh, normal life he wants and with me he gets to embrace the crazy he so needs to indulge in. Ya know what I mean, yeah? Yeah. You get it.”
“I consider what I do interesting, and I suppose that ranges from person to person, but hey, we can agree to disagree.”
She smiled at Harley. “Poor Jon. The man can’t catch a break with either of us. He should find himself a hobby that’s not scientific and meet some more people.”
Harley misses her Puddin’.
Harley leaned over and reached her hand out to pat Valya’s arm with a sugary sweet smile upon her face. “Sure ya not, cupcake. Didn’t mean nothin’ by it, just don’t get why people haven’t realized what they’re doin’ yet. Ah well, living with Mistah J makes ya realize things other people just don’t understand.”
She scrunched her nose and pouted when Valya defended the woman, poking her tongue out at Val in a petulant manner. Upon realizing the woman had finished one hand, Harley ripped her hand away from her and inspected the nails carefully before shoving her other hand at her and refusing to look at the woman. “I suppose I’ll settle for that.” She turned back to Val and shook her head at her. “Ya bein’ too nice to ‘em. If ya be like that, they’ll start thinkin’ they’re equal or somethin’. Yuck.”
“Living with him is enough to drive anyone nuts, I’d assume,” Valya muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. “I’m sure that’s the thing, but even living with my family is the same thing.” Minus the craziness Well there was some, but it wasn’t like Harley was.
Valya scrunched up her face in response. “I can see why Jonathan opted for a wide range of personalities in friends, since we’re almost completely opposite.” Which was nice. “So what’re your plans for the immediate future?”
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Harley misses her Puddin’.
Harley shook her head and gave a sad little sigh. Poor Val. “Wish I could help ya, Val, but ya seem to have the same mentality all those other… sheep have out there.” She waved her free hand in the general direction of outside. “No offense, or anythin’. I just hope ya get a lot more freedom when ya finish school. Hey! Maybe I’ll take ya out for an adventure once you graduate. And don’t even think about sayin’ no, ya ain’t got a choice, miss.” Picking a magazine up from beside her, Harley rolled it up and whacked the woman on the shoulder with it to get her attention. “Ya takin’ way too long. Get on with it, would ya? Sheesh! The help these days.”
“I’m not a sheep,” she protested. “I go out on plenty of assignments, and I promise you I don’t study all the time.” She didn’t, actually. But she didn’t mind it, and she didn’t quite understand Harley’s view on the whole thing.
Valya smiled reassuringly at the woman doing Harley’s nails. “Come on, Harley, not everyone needs to get somewhere super fast like you do. Besides, the point of getting these things is to relax and enjoy it.”
Harley misses her Puddin’.
With a snort of disbelief, Harley rolled her eyes and smirked at Valya. With the toe of her shoe, Harley nudged the woman who was doing her nails, hinting at her to get a move on. “I don’t know why ya even bother with work and school. Take me for example; I went to college for all that time, had no social life to speak of and all I ever did was study, study, study. Then I go to work at Arkham and I work, work, work and yet no one takes the silly blonde gal seriously, right? Now I don’t got a job, well, not a normal job anyway and I’m happier than ever! So what I’m sayin’ is, quit! Save yourself a life of borin’ ridonkulousness and go have fun. I’m a livin’ example for doin’ what’s best.”
“But I like what I’m studying, and I love my job, and I love Thomas. That’s where we differ. There’s still spontaneity in my life amidst all the busyness.” Valya shrugged and watched as the woman filed and readied her nails for the polish. I’ll be graduated in a little over a year and things will be different. Good different. And I can’t ask for anything else.”
Harley misses her Puddin’.
Without looking towards the woman who was to paint her nails, Harley stuck out her hand for her as she continued talking with Valya. “Y’know, princess, I don’t really think ya get out enough. Not that I’ve done this myself all too much, but that ain’t the point. Anyway! Other than Jonny and ya boy toy, ya got any normal friends?”
“I do,” she protested, thinking of Peter and MJ, and her old roommate from freshman year. ”I just don’t have a lot of time. Between school and work and being with Thomas.” And being with her family, but that was a given, considering she lived at home. “Not a lot of time for pampering yourself when you’re busy with other things.”
Harley misses her Puddin’.
Darting into the back room, Harley didn’t bother checking to see what colors they had, simply jumping onto one of the seats and demanding the woman paint her nails in red and black. Narrowing her eyes just slightly at her, Harley grinned. “Better make sure it suits me, cupcake, ‘cause ya sure don’t wanna know what I’ll do if it doesn’t!”
Turning her attention back to Valya, Harley’s grin grew even wider. “Look at us! Female bondin’ time! So, uh, what do two normal girls chat about when they’re gettin’ pampered?” Harley’s face took on a look of pure bewilderment, unsure as to what topics she should bring up given that the conversations she’d have when hanging out with Ivy certainly weren’t the kind of ones she could use with Val.
Val slipped into the chair beside Harley and handed the woman the nail polish she had chosen. She shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve never actually done this with a friend. Mostly on my own or with Mama.”
Harley misses her Puddin’.
“You’re way too slow!” Harley poked her tongue out before scrunching up her nose in confusion. “You actually pay for those things? Silly.” Harley followed along after Valya, attempting to match her pace with hers so she wouldn’t leave her behind. When she was handed the pamphlet, Harley quickly scanned through it before jabbing at three random things to decide what she wanted. Turning to the woman at the front desk, Harley fixed her with her most serious look she could muster. “Mani/pedi, massage and facials! Now.”
“Yeah, I’m not about to get fined. SHIELD wouldn’t be too happy.” Valya smirked behind her. “Don’t mind her,” she said to the woman. “She’s just really excited for this.”
They were led to a back room where they could pick out colors for the mani/pedi. Valya went with a dark blue, not quite navy, but not royal blue either.
