Some Very Cool Space Club; Out in Space; Dimension FH-001; Saturday Evening [07/20].

[somethingwithturquoise]

On Wednesday, Summer had learned that today was Harley's birthday, and Harley had learned that there clubs in space, and so naturally, the two of them were putting one and one together and taking Harley out to go space clubbing for her birthday, because, like, obviously.

And also dragging Atton with them, because hilarious. And the crossover between people who were apparently supposed to think he'd been iced in space and those who knew for a fact that he hadn't been was very slim, and Summer was going to take advantage of those spheres aligning as much as possible.

So there they were, in a space club. It was very cool, but also very space-y, especially in the fact that they were in the minority as far as looking distinctly human went, the music was crazy but had a good beat you could definitely dance to, and literally every single drink glowed, because that's what drinks just did in space clubs, duh. And even though Summer didn't know Harley too well at this point, she felt it was a good idea to at least let the bartender know that they were working with human digestion here and to restrict accordingly, but also she'd arranged for a special birthday drink with, like, cool space sparkles or whatever, to be brought out to her at some point.

But, either way, it was definitely more interesting that just hopping to the mainland, and they'd taken her ship here, too, so if this club ended up sucking, they could just head somewhere else instead. But she'd always had good vibes at this one, and there was a minimum of people likely to drop in that might also facilitate a hasty exit.

[[ mostly for the birthday girl and that old man, but, hey, you wanna be at a random space club, get in contact, nudge yourself into an invitation, I'm so not gonna complain....too much. And NFB for distance, obvi ]]

Comments

[suitably_heroic]

"Well," said the old and deeply paranoid man who appreciated their dedication to making sure nobody accidentally found out he wasn't iced in space after all, "At least this seems like the kind of place where they won't give us something fatal to humans just for shits and giggles. Or to give us shits and giggles."

It was early days, though. And this place was only giving him knock-off nostalgia.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Hey, now, careful there, Rand. Galactic superiority complexes weren't a cute look, especially coming from your neck of the interdimensional woods.

"I could definitely hook us up with something for just the latter of that equation," Summer pointed out cheerfully. But, in all her overtly chipper sweetness, there was an undercurrent of sincerity softening her smile.

"Thanks for coming out tonight."

[suitably_heroic]

What? No one said there weren't shitty places in the GFFA, too. This one just looked a little squeaky, that was all.

"No problem," Atton said easily, with an idle shrug and the easy smile that, these days, was actually easy. "I like Harley. And after dragging you out to my neck of the woods like half the summer, it'd be stupid not to sort-of return the favor."

Sort-of in that it wasn't Summer's neck of the woods technically, but also actually in that in many ways the multiverse was Summer's backyard anyway.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah," Summer snorted, "and I definitely went kicking and screaming the whole time, too. This is only the top of what you owe me for all those horrible ordeals."

[suitably_heroic]

"You'll have to torture me in return, then," Atton said merrily. "I really hate free food and relaxation, by the by."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Ugh!" Summer's nose wrinkled. "Those are the worst, blech! Almost as bad as, I don't know, free air-conditioning, or something."

Not that she knew anything about that.

"Lemme get you a drink! What do you want?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Ehhh, let's just start this responsibly with a Coke," Atton said, casting a glance from her to over where Harley was. "Because I have a feeling you two are going to drink me under the table if I'm not careful tonight."

[totalwildcard]

"I'd take giggles!" Harley announced. Because of course she would. "Shits? Eh, maybe not, but it is a normal bodily function, so I've had worse."

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, but probably also not the best way to celebrate a birthday," Atton said, giving her an amused wave. "Oh, happy birthday, by the way."

[totalwildcard]

"Thank you!"

That was loud and cheerful and complemented by a giant grin. Also kind of bouncy, but everything Harley said or did right now was.

"I didn't know if you'd actually come."

[suitably_heroic]

"Why wouldn't I?" Atton said, his own answering smile only a little perturbed in the face of Harley being so-- Harley. "Two of my favorite women want me to come along on a birthday club night? I'm game."

[totalwildcard]

Oh, Atton, you just wait until Harley got proper drunk and started oversharing!

Right now, though, she blinked at him.

"... Am I really that high in the rankings, or is your life just really sad?"

[suitably_heroic]

Atton eyed her. "Do you always ask for receipts when someone pays you a compliment, or am I just special?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley had pregamed at home just a tiny bit (with tequila, because of Reasons), but that just meant she seemed extra jazzed to be there. Not that she really needed any help with her usual levels of excitement, but, yanno. Her birthday, she got to be extra bouncy, practically vibrating in place, if she wanted to!

Just like she could also wear her most eye-searingly glittery getup (a lotta sequins, and QUINN emblazoned across the back of her jacket in tightly-clustered stick-on diamonds), because if you couldn't do that on your birthday, then when could ya?

"Ooooooh," she cooed with a sense of great awe as she watched someone pass by with one of the glowy drinks. "D'you think those'll make your pee glow too?"

Harley Quinn, everybody!

[somethingwithturquoise]

Honestly? Summer would have expected no less.

"They never have for me?" she offered,with a note of apology. "But who knows? Maybe I just haven't found the right one yet."

She bet space asparagus was involved, somehow.

She was now making plans to come back to this quadrant to locate some space asparagus for the bar before Wednesday.

"But if you do find one,please report back to me, ohmygod."

[totalwildcard]

"Will do!" Harley decided, and so earnestly, to boot. Right before turning her attention on the bar and all the possibilities of good, glowy drinks it held. "Ya got any good recs? You are pretty good at the drinks back home..."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer nodded with appreciation of Harley's deferral to the clear expert, then considered Harley for a moment before deciding, "The Gleezorborg. I usually lean more toward the pink stuff myself, but as for your inaugural space clubbing venture, it just seems required to go a little green. It tastes a little like lime and grass, but in a good way? But don't just take my word for it."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, I won't!" Harley assured her, while completely side-stepping her slight dislike of green these days because it was her birthday and Mr. J wasn't going to get to touch this. So she was stepping up to bar and flagging down the bartender to follow it up with, "Yes, hi, I'd the... Glazy-- Gliz-- whaaat was it, Summer?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Gleezorborg!" Summer came in the the assist easily, joining Harley at thr bar with her own flagging and well-practiced ability to call out over a crowded club. "And it's her birthday, so you've gotta make it extra good, okay? And I'll have a C-137!"

She grinned a little over at Harley. "Those are a total mess, but they're a classic around here."

[totalwildcard]

Of course Harley ended up on the dance floor eventually. And then stayed there for a considerable length of time, because the music may have been unfamiliar but the beats were good and the alien people were pretty and she was making friends and laughing and dancing and laughing some more and dancing some more.

She'd even caught the attention of someone really pretty (well, Harley's gaze had already been blurry for a while but she liked what she thought she saw, at least?) who'd been making their way to her in the dancing, sweaty throng of the crowd before they'd eventually met and danced together to something Harley could not understand the lyrics to but which sounded absolutely saucy. So Harley went with the music, and the booze in her veins, and went through all the usual motions because it just felt like the flow of things, you know?

Until, of course, it didn't.

Now, don't get her wrong, the stranger had the most beautiful burnt orange sort of hue to their skin and Harley was intrigued by whether that went for all of them, and when they leaned in they smelled fantastic - and yet. They leaned in, and Harley paused.

And then her head lolled to the side a little, before she shook it.

"Awwww, honey, yanno what?" she said, her speech just a little slurred. "Not tonight, sweetheart, not tonight."

She patted the stranger on the cheek, and slipped away, taking absolutely no note of what the reaction was. Might have practically forgotten all about them as soon as she turned away, leaving them in the middle of the dance floor.

Now, Harley wasn't so drunk she couldn't survive the dance floor, and also not so drunk to have felt pukey even once yet (success!), but she was absolutely drunk enough that her exit from the dance floor could have been more graceful, even though she didn't actually stumble. And once she got away from it, she leaned heavily against one of those convenient tall bar tables, and dug her phone out, and had to squeeze one eye shut and squint with the other to get the screen to stop just swimming around in her field of vision.

The urge for unwise texts was there, but the practice?

"... Whazz the shape of an 'M', again?"

(mandatory drunk!Harley is available for interactions if anyone so pleases!)

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had stuck to his guns on not overdoing it on the booze today. And he'd just been starting to regret that, a kind of maudlin settling in, old shitty memories resurfacing as he dodged several passes at his person until he found a quiet place to stand...

... and then he spotted Harley leaving the dance floor.

With a sigh, he pulled away from his corner, and headed towards her. Greeting her - or trying to, anyway - with a tap on the shoulder.

[totalwildcard]

It got Harley's attention! Of course, she was at ragdoll levels of drunk, so the way she turned towards him involved way more than just turning her head.

Also, she was keeping one eye scrunched closed since that had been working for her (sort of), which made her eyebrow raise of recognition - after some unfocused squinting at him - look very lopsided.

"Atton! Hiii!"

[suitably_heroic]

"Hi," Atton said, a little amused, a little bemused. He offered his arm. "You wanna sit down somewhere a little calmer and I'll get you a glass of water?"

[totalwildcard]

"Oh no that's so sweet," Harley replied, slurring the hell out of those S's, "but I'm good! I'm juxt -- I'm justs --"

Over-enunciation would surely save her now!

"Just. Texting."

There it was, all bared teeth somehow, the contrast between the dark red of her lips and the pale white of her skin really doing the absolute most.

Even before she grinned like she was very pleased with herself.

[suitably_heroic]

Very convincing. Very... sober. Really.

"Texting drunk off your ass," Atton agreed. "You know what they say about that, right?"