#hn:threads.

Harper couldn’t help but smile at Molly’s words. It’d been a while since she’d felt accepted, since she had a real family. Sure, Harley had taken her in and the gang provided her with a group that filled the void she’d wedged between herself and her blood relatives, but this with Molly was different. It was almost like they had both adopted each other, needed each other, it was pure. 

“I hope you know I’m really glad I have you.” Harper admitted, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Harper smirked, it was easy to sniff out Molly’s lies. She’d never been good at it, too nervous and jumpy to properly execute a lie. It was cute and pure, and God knows Harper needed some good and purity in her life. 

“For starters, stuttering doesn’t help your case.” She laughed, setting her hand on Molly’s shoulder. “So how about we try that again, sugarplum?”

She scoffed, shaking her head, “And to think I got all dressed up for ya, too.” The blonde teased, moving to circle around him in the SEXY cop outfit she had donned for the occasion. It wasn’t unusual for her to parade around in various different costumes, she liked to mix it up every now and then, always up for a game or two. 

She reached forward, lacing both her hands with his, beginning to walk backwards. “You’ve been a bad boy,” Harper laughed, an amused glint flashing against her bright blue eyes. “It’s time for you to pay for your crimes.”

The blonde huffed, rolling out from underneath Roy. “What!?” She exclaimed tossing her hands up once she got to her feet. “I drink a lotta water, it’s not my fault I have to pee!”

Harper was distracted, talking to a girl that had been sitting to her left. She didn’t even realize that the bottle had landed on her until Freddy’s lips were pressed against her own. Getting over the initial shock, she placed her hands on his cheeks, leaning into the kiss. “Warn a girl next time, will ya?”

“What I’m sayin’ is make things a little more exciting.” The girl teased, leaning against his bike. “Ya know, it’s real boring out here.”

This wasn’t new to Harper, nor was it surprising really. This was how most nights ended when heavy drinking was involved. Laying beside someone she hardly knew. The previous night was a little fuzzy, she remembered Daphne and her warmth. Remembered how despite the fact the girl had clearly never experimented before the alcohol had it’s way of loosening her up. 

Harper shifted, letting out a sigh of contentment, the warmth of Daphne’s body against hers was nice. Taking advantage of the moment, she wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in closer, a smile on her face when she heard her speak. “Mornin’, sleep well?”