[ When Harley ends the call, she's a bundle of nerves and excitement. Some might think it something of a red flag--meeting a potential beau in prison--but Jesse's sweet. He treats her with respect and she trusts him. Even though for whatever reasons he thinks that he isn't a good person, she just can't see eye-to-eye with him on that.
She's recently gotten some of her things back from home, so she pulls on her bright pink crop-top layered with a white shirt over it that reads 'harley fuckin' quinn' in black lettering and striped cut-off shorts with suspenders hanging down loosely. Her fashion sense isn't for the weak-hearted, but if anyone can pull off her loud, classy ensembles, it's Harley.
She pulls on sequined socks and her trusty heels and then does her make up. No more making do with colored pencils dipped in water and kool-aid mix to stain her lips. She has the real deal, and she looks good when she's finished, blowing a kiss at herself in the mirror as she picks up her little clutch purse off the edge of the sink.
Harley hums to herself and futzes around with her tablet, legs swinging as she sits on her bed to wait for her date to arrive. ]
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[ When Harley ends the call, she's a bundle of nerves and excitement. Some might think it something of a red flag--meeting a potential beau in prison--but Jesse's sweet. He treats her with respect and she trusts him. Even though for whatever reasons he thinks that he isn't a good person, she just can't see eye-to-eye with him on that.
She's recently gotten some of her things back from home, so she pulls on her bright pink crop-top layered with a white shirt over it that reads 'harley fuckin' quinn' in black lettering and striped cut-off shorts with suspenders hanging down loosely. Her fashion sense isn't for the weak-hearted, but if anyone can pull off her loud, classy ensembles, it's Harley.
She pulls on sequined socks and her trusty heels and then does her make up. No more making do with colored pencils dipped in water and kool-aid mix to stain her lips. She has the real deal, and she looks good when she's finished, blowing a kiss at herself in the mirror as she picks up her little clutch purse off the edge of the sink.
Harley hums to herself and futzes around with her tablet, legs swinging as she sits on her bed to wait for her date to arrive. ]