Drunk Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy
"Weeeeeeeee!" Harley swung back and forth effortlessly across the room making the chandelier creak in protest while the ballroom attendants scattered screaming in alarm realizing who they were being confronted by and more than a little worried her known counterpart, the Joker, may be lurking and ready to take the stage at any moment.
"Harley! Get down from there!" Ivy groaned as she slapped her forehead running her hand down the length of her face. Why did she allow herself to get caught up in Harley's escapades? She should have known better as one drink turned into eight, but by that point it really was too late. The two had started in a bar down the street where after getting hit on by the locals turned the bar into vine-laden utopia out of a few well-placed house plants. By that point the girls figured all bets were off and took the bottle of tequila from the bar with them. They did leave a tip though as they ran laughing out of the pub. Somehow they had ended up here looking for a little more class than the dive they'd just retreated from to which Harley blew out of the water when she'd climbed on stage only to launch herself on to the chandelier as if she were Tarzan.
Harley pouted letting herself fall less than gracefully on top of one of the finely set tables tipping it over in a huge crash of glass and dinnerware. She scrambled to her feet a bit wobbly as she made her way over to Ivy, "Aw Red, don't be such a party pooper!"
Ivy just sighed rolling her eyes as she snatched Harley by the bicep hauling her towards the back door of the establishment, "Come on; let's get you home before we both get arrested and end up back in Arkham."
Harley squealed giddily as they made their way through the banquet's kitchen area to an exit leading on to a side street, "Are we gonna go visit mista J?"
For just a split second, Ivy contemplated tossing the blonde in to the nearby dumpster and leaving her to fend for herself. Ivy instead growled her irritation, "Most definitely not!" She despised the Joker, and the fact that her best friend was still to this day so infatuated with the obvious abuser rubbed her the wrong way.
Making their way back to Ivy's car, she shoved Harley into the passenger side before quickly jetting into the car herself to speed away hearing the police car sirens not too far off. By the time they were pulling into the hidden grove Ivy currently called home, Harley was snoring softly drooling on the passenger side door.
Ivy just sighed looking at her a small smile forming on her face. Harley reminded her that there was more to life than agendas and super serious botanical experiments, and in that way she was glad the ditzy blonde and her had become so close. For all the trouble she caused, Harley knew how to let loose, and have fun. No matter how infuriated Harley could make her, Ivy had to admit she may have needed to lighten up just a little bit every now and again.