Harley hummed ; his gaze briefly looking away as if he was trying to come to a difficult decision . When his eyes returned to meet the otherβs , he answered with a smile .
β If youβre gonna buy me a drink , do I at least get to know your name .α£ β
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A mischievous grin. βYouβll have the Cheshire Cat then. Itβs sweet and powerful. Itβll have you stumbling after two. Iβll have two delivered up to us. How does that sound?β
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Harley pondered over the plethora of options he was sure the man had at his disposal . Of course he wanted the best of the best .
β How about the most expensive drink on the menu .α£ Something πππππ . β
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The motion brought up fond memories of a lover once lost. For a moment, he froze in place. Heavy breathing before brims pursed and they found their way to speaking again. βWhat do you want?β He asked.
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Harleyβs body stiffened for a moment as he felt the pad of the manβs thumb gently graze against his lip . The sensation brought back a swirl of emotions that he had thought been repressed ; buried beneath all of the baggage his ex-lover had left on the way out .
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Watching every move that they make. Cautious. Always careful. βMaybe I can take you to them.β A thumb reaching out to stoke the perfect pout. A gently and brief gesture. Careful to mind his touch around him.
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Dark hues glanced down as Harley saw the bloodstains adorning the manβs collared shirt . He hadnβt noticed it before , though the strangerβs response was enough for him to piece it together .
His eyes narrowed momentarily before the vigilante hopped off of the manβs desk .
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Undoing his tie, leaning back. βSo you admit that you find me handsome?β Thats a start. For a moment he has almost thought they were focused on the topic at hand, but he guessed wrong this time.
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β Of course I think youβre handsome . β
Harley hummed and stepped forward ; entering the space between the strangerβs legs . He could sense the guards moving behind him , but paid no mind .
This was all a game to him . It was always a game .
feet in amusement .
β See , I wanna find this fella and I wanna kill him .α I might feed his body parts to Bud nβ Lou , after Iβm finished with βem . β
Harley could feel his upper lip twitch in annoyance ; his muscles tightening momentarily as his emotions flared . Though as quickly as his agitation had washed over him , it seemed to dispel as the vigilante began to laugh .
β Thatβs none of your business , handsome . β
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Boy, that struck a nerve. Apparently an infected one. Leaning over. βSo what I heard is youβre not taken.β Why is he thinking of that at a time like this? βYou have a reputation. Iβm just going off of it.β
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Flashing the man a smitten smile , Harleyβs expression was anything but ( happy ) . It was almost . . . eerie .
β A reputation , huh .α£ So then you must be curious why Iβm looking for that man . β
Curling his hands around the rim of the desk , Harley began to swing his
several pieces .
β Heβs πππ my boyfriend . β
Turning his body around to face him but remaining situated on the desk , Harley glared with growing agitation .
Upon the mention of ( boyfriend ) , the jesterβs demeanor changed . Gone was the expression of lackadaisical amusement . Instead Harleyβs expressionless facade slowly looked upon the other ; slamming the stapler down on the manβs desk , which caused it to break in
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Thrasher? Now he certainly hadnβt heard of that name. Knuckles clutching the edge of his desk until theyβre bleach white and itβs because his patience is running slightly thin. Heβs not known to have much.
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β Iβm looking for someone . Goes by the name Thrasher . He owes me something . Last I heard he was here in your little abode . β
Harley chose his words carefully ; not sure if he could trust the man with such pertinent information .
β You seen him .α£ β
The corner of Harleyβs lips curled into a smirk at the plethora of compliments laced within the sarcasm of the strangerβs tone .
He clicked his tongue as his palms moved to rest on the manβs desk . His eyes bore into the otherβs visage ; not hiding the fact that he was admiring
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When they did enter, they made a show of it, as he suspected they would. Eyes laid upon the other man and visage held contact with the gaze of the other. A predator should never avert their gaze with another.
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retrieve the stapler that was situated amongst the other contents on the desk surface .
β I take it you know who I am , or you wouldnβt have sent your goons after me . β
Harley glanced over at the bodyguards and gave them a playful wave with his free hand .