[Happens after Stahl kills Lanklater]
"Can you just cut the bullshit for once and be normal?" He asked himself as he let her into the apartment. Harlee stormed through to the living room and plopped on the couch. "How about that drink you promised?". Stahl's forehead wrinkled. "You are kidding? Don't tell me you got nothing?" She closed her eyes and put her head in her hands. She heard a cabinet open and a rich splash of liquid. A dark glass offered itself to her. "What the hell is that? Poison?" "Port. Centuries old tradition for damsels in distress". She bristled but took the glass anyway. "I've never seen you drink", she noted and regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. How was she supposed to know? It's not like she watched him all day. Well...he did not have to know this but she gave him an opening. Amazingly, he did not take it. Instead he opened the fridge to grab a bottle of whiskey and lowered himself next to her. "Not enough space for you, Master?", she mocked him, such a tease. He flung her an incredulous look. "It's my house, Harlee, but fine, anything for the queen" and he sat on the floor, his back to the couch. They sat like that for some time, TV sparking the darkness. The sweet liquid tasted rich, filling and tricking her mouth. Relief began to flood inside of her and shrugged off her jacket. "Do you want to sleep?", he quietly asked. She coughed "Are you insane, Stahl, what makes you think..." "I am not offering you my bed, Harlee", he interrupted. "I just asked if you wanted to sleep here or do you want me to take you back home?". The drink and the day were starting to get to her. She audibly sighed, "Fine, just leave me alone". "Well, I am glad I can please you, your highness", he bowed theatrically but his eyes did not smile. He left the room and returned a few minutes later tossing something at her. His clothes-a gray t-shirt and sweatpants. "Don't you own any other color?". She rolled her eyes at him but took them anyway. "Point the way.".
She quietly turned the lock from the inside even though the gesture seemed so futile. If Stahl wanted, the door would not stand a chance. And she started to think that he wanted. The thought slightly excited her. She was hoping, however, and even believed that such lack of control would not be at play here. She turned on the water. "This is heaven". It caressed and loved her skin, gently sluicing around in warmth and sweetness. Vapors rose. She closed her eyes and let herself dream.
