Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz

Chapter 24 (Screw It)

Author's Note: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners of Suicide Squad.

Also, remember that drunkness and drinking affects everyone differently.

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Why did they have to come, thought Deadshot, as he nodded politely at his fellow Squad teammates.

"What brings you two here?"

"Date," answered Katana, plain and simple, as the two of them sat at the table next to them.

Boomerang added, "We're having fun, though, right, sweetie?"

Katana just smiled at him. "Yes."

Deadshot looked at her with confusion. "Why not remove your mask?"

"I like having it on."

"Okay, suit yourself, then..."

Harley suddenly said, "So, Shot, you wanted to tell me something?"

"Yeah, sorry, my bad," chuckled Deadshot, taking her hands into his. "I know we aren't like the average couple, but from the moment that-"

"Hey, anyone got a menu around here?!" yelled Boomerang.

Deadshot sighed, and cleared his throat. "Harley, look... I wouldn't ask you to do something drastic if you didn't want to."

'You kidding? I'd do almost anything with you, Shot..."

"I know, and that's why I chose to-"

"Are we ready to order?" said an arriving waiter, while Deadshot fought the urge to roll his eyes.

A few moments (and several shots of whiskey and wine servings) later, once the four of them finished eating, as well as feeling a bit buzzed, the assassin said, "Okay, Harley, before we start eating, let me just say that... Out of all the rare and special moments in my life-"

"Hey, Shot, you mind passing over some extra napkins?"

He then tried again. "Harley, from the moment I met you, I wasn't sure about how-"

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, hot, hot, hot!" Boomerang grabbed the water pitcher from Deadshot and Harley's table, and began chugging it down his throat.

"What the hell did you eat?" exclaimed Deadshot.

"Wasabi," replied Katana, with a smirk.

"You all right, Shot?" asked Harley.

Deadshot nodded his head. "I just hate that everytime I attempt to try and tell you that I want to-"

"Is everything all right, sir?"

"No, your stupid pistacchio ice cream almost burned my damn tongue off!"

Deadshot began to growl under his breath. I swear if anyone else-

"HEY! Everyone shut the HELL UP!"

All the eyes in the restaurant looked at Harley, who said, "My boyfriend is trying very hard to try and tell me something inportant, so I would appreciate just a damn freakin' moment of silence!".

With a flick of her pigtails, Harley smiled sweetly at Deadshot. "You were saying, handsome?"

Now all of the eyes had turned their attention to Deadshot.

"Uh... I, er... It can wait..."

As the restaurant went back to normal, Deadshot added, "But you stil look amazing, Quinn."

"Well, thank you, Shot," she replied.

"You're welco- oh, for fuck's sake..."

A trio of young adult boys in their mid-20s approached the table, with the "leader" staring at Harley with lust and hunger.

"Hey, pretty girl, care to ride with me and my friends?"

"Yo, moron," growled an upset Deadshot. "Can't you see that she's my date?"

"Well, I certainly don't see a wedding ring anywhere, old man," replied Houston, who was the leader of the group. "In fact, I would like very much to take her somewhere and fondle with -"

"Boy, you better watch what the hell comes out of your mouth!" warned Deadshot, almost ready to fight.

"What do you say, baby doll?" asked Houton, ignoring the assassin.

Deadshot was about to respond when Harley got up from her chair, and walked seductively over to Houston.

"You think you could show me a good time?" whispered Harley.

Not expecting this, both Houston and Deadshot were speechless.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"I, uh..." Houston nodded his head, and quickly went back to his normal self.

"Yeah, I could make your night unforgettable..."

She moved her lips close to his ear. "Why don't you show me, then... in the back?"

What the hell is she doing? thought Deadshot, but Harley simply gave her boyfriend a wink.

"But, um, maybe have your friends stay with mine... I'd like to have you all to myself."

At first, Houston didn't respond, but then, Harley turned around, and bent over as she tried "reaching for something" underneath the table.

While Houston began to fall to Harley's temptation, as well as staring lustfully at her ass, Deadshot was using every ounce of control that he had in his body to not deliver a triple headshot.

"Shall we, then?" asked Harley, gesturing to the back door exit.

Houston chuckled, and said, "Sure thing, doll face."

Deadshot's glass drink broke in his hand.

"Uh, waiter?" called out Boomerang. "New drink, please!"

"See ya boys," replied Harley, giving Deadshot another wink as she also waved at Houston's friends while taking him out to the back.

"Uh, Shot?"

"Do. Not. Talk. To. Me. Right Now."

Boomerang nodded his head. "Sure."

All of a sudden, the five of them heard cries of pain, and it certainly wasn't coming from Harley.

"That little bitch," growled one of his friends as they went out the back, as well.

A few seconds later, however, more cries of pain arrived, as well as some cracks, and then, Harley stepped back into the restaurant, going over to sit in Deadshot's lap... as well as setting down her baseball bat.

"You know, I'm actually getting fond of that," laughed Deadshot.

"Music to my ears," replied Harley. "Now, let's finish eating..."

The assassin asked, "Why the sudden rush to get back so soon?"

She whispered her answer in his ear.

"Oh, okay... But, um, you mind if we dance first?"

He gestured over to the dance-bar-club area of the restaurant nearby, and Harley was the one now speechless.

"B-but I can't dance... to that kind of music..." said Harley, after finding her voice and listening to the music playing.

Taking her by the hand, Deadshot smiled, and said, "Don't worry, it's simple... I wasn't always a bad guy, Harley, I did go to high school parties and dances and stuff."

As the blues-groove-style song began to replay, Deadshot began to teach Harley.

"Just feel the beat, doll face, and go with it..."

When I get blues gonna get me a rockin' chair,

When I get blues gonna get me a rockin' chair,

When the blues overtake me gonna rock on away from here, uh-huh

Harley found herself laughing, as well as having fun with Deadshot.

"You wanna..." began Boomerang.

"Don't kid yourself."

"My bad..."

Here comes my baby flashing a new gold tooth,

Here comes my baby flashing a new gold tooth,

Yeah it seems so small she could rung me in the payphone booth (Yeah thats the truth)

"See? I told you, girl, nothing to it."

Flip flop fly I don't care if I die,

Flip flop fly I don't care if I die,

Don't ever leave me don't ever say goodbye, (yow)

Meanwhile, Houston was beginning to wake up from being knocked out, and began to head to the parking lot.

Back inside, Harley felt like she was having the time of her life

(Nooowwww) Give me one more kiss and hold me one more time,

Give me one more kiss and hold me one more time,

Love me baby till the beaver hits my head like wine so fine so black so fine

Flip flop fly I don't care if I die,

Flip flop fly I don't care if I die,

Don't ever leave me don't ever say goodbye,

Don't ever leave me don't ever say goodbye,

Yeah, don't ever leave me don't ever say goodbye,

Yeah bye bye.

Giving her a passionate kiss, Deadshot smiled, and said, "Round 2?"

"Eh, screw it, why not?"

As they began dancing to the next song, Boomerang looked over at Katana.

"Please? I promise to stop making any more stupid comments in front of you."

Katana was poker-faced for a while before she smiled. "Sure. Let's go... But mask still stays on."

"Will you ever take it off for me?"

As they walked onto the dance floor, Katana replied, "You'll have to stick around more to find out."

Been working so hard

I'm punching my card

Eight hours for what

Oh, tell me what I got

I've got this feeling

That times are holding me down

I'll hit the ceiling

Or else I'll tear up this town

"So what did you wanna tell me?" asked Harley.

Deadshot laughed, and said, "It can wait till we get home, doll face, I promise... when I have you all to myself."

Now I gotta cut loose, footloose

Kick off your Sunday shoes

Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees

Jack, get back, come on before we crack

Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

You're playing so cool

Obeying every rule

Deep way down in your heart

You're burning yearning for some

Somebody to tell you

That life ain't passing you by

I'm trying to tell you

It will if you don't even try

You can fly if you'd only cut loose, footloose

Kick off your Sunday shoes

Oo-wee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me

Whoa, Milo, come on, come on let's go

Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

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"Hey, uh, mind giving me a lift back, pal?" The theif asked, trying very hard to not fall to the ground due to being drunk.

A buzzed Deadshot raised his eyebrow. "What about Katana?"

"She left to China... I mean, Tokyo... No, wait, Japan, yeah, Japan... I need a ride back."

Harley replied, "Of course you can come! Right, Shot, he can come?"

Deadshot groaned, but quickly found himself laughing. "Ah, screw it, come on."

"About fuckin' time you guys came."

To his disgust, Deadshot turned around and saw Houston.

"What the hell do you want now, asshole?"

"Come on, put them up," challenged Houston. "Fight for your little race skank."

"She's not/I'm not a race skank!" yelled Deadshot and Harley, at the same time.

"Well, prove it then, motherfucker, come on!"

Even though he was a little drunk from the 20 shots of whiskey, Deadshot knew that he wasn't worth his time. "Go to hell, man."

They began to continue walking away, but Houston wasn't done yet.

"What's the matter, huh? Fucker! You chicken?!"

Deadshot stopped moving, while Houston began to grin. "Yeah-ha, that's it, isn't it? Nothing but a fucking scared-ass little chicken."

Turning around to look at Houston, Deadshot said, "Nobody... calls me... chicken, asshole..."

"Well, prove it then, bitch..."

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An Hour Later

Before the ambulance could arrive, Deadshot drove the car away, heading as far away from the place as possible.

"He asked for it," shrugged Harley.

"Yeah, no kidding," replied Boomerang.

As for Deadshot, he just gave a smirk while continuing on to Belle Reve.

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Author's Note: Coming up next... "Calendar Girl" ;)