Amelia Deorro

I love her hair so much. She’s stunning. Not to mention I love Harley and her together.

So basically, you kind of ship them together? I do as well.

The weather app definitely didn’t say it was going to be this cold.

Some apps are shitty. That's why I stay home a little bit longer watching the news before I leave to wherever the hell I'm going. 

Seaweed chips? How did you even get these?

Chinatown? The bag is expensive as fuck...

What did you say was in this again?

Uhm...seaweed chips?

Amelia flashed him a small smile in return before nodding enthusiastically when he suggested Outlast. "Of fuckin' course. I'm so ready for some horror."

Having a girlfriend is so much more work that I thought. Currently exhausted.

I'm sorry to hear that. Some women are fuckin' crazy and don't know when to calm down. I'm so glad I'm single... I just can't stand most people.

I can’t really cook at all to be honest. I intend too. 

I can help you, if you'd like. I sometimes consider myself a decent cook. Maybe you could sway your mom by saying you'll help baking something?

She has so much depth. And people only look at her in the costume. 

I know. I even adore Poison Ivy. Yet some people only like her for her costume or body. People these days.

"I’m trying. I’m ready to just set her hair on fire." 

"Oh man... Well, if you need help, give me a ring."

”You know it’s like…almost forty degrees outside, right? Or are you trying to give yourself pneumonia in that outfit?”

"I like the cold..." Amelia shrugged at him, not really caring if she were to catch a cold or something. "What are you doing out here?"

Thanks, you’re amazing.

I know I am. I'm so fabulous.

She sighs and nods, deciding not to question her about it anymore. “Okay, whatever you say. Sorry for bugging you about it I guess.”

“Yes! Let’s go!”

"Yay! C’mon ‘Lea!"

Loud obnoxious and rude diverse people? I don't know... Why would you come here of all places, if you don't mind me asking?

Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold.

[Hands Audrey extra pair of gloves.]

"It’s because she hates me." 

"Ah... figures... Just ignore her. Though I don't know why she would hate you, but that's not my business. So, yea. I think it's best to just ignore her.