stuff us in boxes that's where you want us
cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns
All she wanted was one little uneventful drink. Was that asking for too much? At least her life was never boring, even if vampire attention was the furthest thing she had wanted for her night. But how was she to know that such simple words would transform into to a heated boxing match between two warring braincells that ran their far too powerful meatsuits?
The symphony of chaos behind the woman could only attest to the rising disturbance, leaving Harley with little to no doubt that the shit show had no intention of stopping. It was like a spreading wild fire, devouring all in its path, the escalating shouts were only another omen of her encroaching misfortune. One drink. It was almost laughable if it wasn't so painfully ridiculous how her reckless tongue brought her far more hell than she was sure it was worth. Not even the warlock's presence bought her enough time for it all to simply blow over, even if they were offered that short reprieve of sorts, to drink, speak and judge one another. It was almost a slice of normalcy. Almost.
For once... it was refreshing that the fresh look of annoyance he wore wasn't directed at her. Even though the warlock's features appeared perpetually cemented into something she could only describe as tight and sufficiently broody. She supposed it matched him, considering everything she had gathered about him appeared to be perfectly in order. His attire, the controlled way he viewed the world, his responses, and even down to how he drank his drink. Maybe she read him better than she let on?
But it took every last bit of her resolve not to turn around again and watch the events unfold, even though there were times that the warlock seemed unable to look away. Like he was tuning into a damn play-by-play of a sports match. He left her with zero indication to which side was even winning... All while, with single-minded purpose the were-woman remained focused upon sipping away at her overpriced drink.
It was the following offer from her less than enthusiastic companion that had the raven-haired spitfire leaning slightly forward, rolling what was left in the drink in contemplation and a quirked brow. Well, that was an unexpected offer... considering his glass was empty and he had every chance to escape. The mention of calm conversation caused her lips to quirk into a subtle grin. Did she know the meaning of the word? Well, he didn't need to know that. "Unexpected... but alright. Let's find a way out first." Those words spoken easily with a simple, gentle shrug of her, leather-clad shoulders, accompanied by a look of mischief that danced within her violet eyes. He had no idea what he signed himself up for.
Harley pushed her chair back to get a better look at what they were dealing with. One glimpse alone was enough to determine it was far worse than she thought. Wasn't it always? She thought dryly to herself, looking for opportunity rather than the mammoth problem at hand.
It was a shame there wasn't any exits that she could see beside the one that led inside... Harley narrowed her assessing gaze on the dueling vampires that had each other by the throat. People had already cleared out... but that fight had grown. Did they even know what they were fighting about anymore? A spilt drink? A toppled chair? Heated words? So temperamental. So... dramatic. She scoffed, noting the staff were nowhere to be seen either which really meant shit had gone sideways. Hmm. This was problematic but not impossible.
Wow.. they were still really going at it. " This place was supposed boring, that's why I chose it. But it's just the same old shit everywhere, isn't it? Just a different dress code." That same iconic sarcasm still saturated her words and promptly followed by rush in the form of an all too irritated huff. Returning to the warlock once again, but her mind was already considering their options.
"I think if we time this well, we can take to the side and avoid... all of... that. It should be easy." Cocky? Her? Maybe a little and maybe entirely antsy to leave. She didn't wait for the dark-haired man to comment as she swiftly rose to her boot-clad feet. She was surprisingly quick for her size, expecting the warlock to be at the ready as she veered to the right to hug along the outskirts, all according to plan.
Eyeing the fight as she moves, she just caught sight of one of the vampires sinking his fangs into someone. Fuck. That was a hard pass from her.. Getting out never seemed more imperative to survival as it did now. She refused to be the bottom feeder of some vampire's menu tonight. But how she knew that the smell of blood would only make matters worse. What a dick. He couldn't even control his fangs in public. Unable to prevent that sudden flinch of her features as she promptly turned her head away to look at the salvation that was in the form of a door. This would be the precise moment where calling her brother to kick some heads in would be a real solid idea... but the shaky ground they lingered on and her stubbornness made her think better of it. She would rather not deal with the ridicule. Since when did she ever ask for help anyway? The only being you could count on to not stab you in the back was yourself.
Fortunately, it was easy enough to dodge the broken glass and tipped over chairs, wishing she had been gifted with teleportation. Did any of them even remember what they were fighting for? How did it even escalate this far? Maybe it was best to slink off and out of sight if it could be helped...
"Anyone ever tell you that you walk a little slow?" Yes, he needed to walk faster... maybe that was just the increasing concern that began to rise by each passing moment. She maintained that purposeful stride, fingers wrapped determinedly around the glass that contained the remainder of her drink... before a scream tore through the air. Well, there went easy she had once spoke about fading from view. If only it was just the scream she had to worry about.
It was at that moment she realized how exposed they were.. it was the worst thing a predator wanted to feel. Her inner feline hated it with a fury all of her own. That scream had caused her attention to search for where that sound had come from, or rather, who. That distraction, that single pause was enough to distract her form what was coming in what only seemed like an unlucky display of unpleasant fuckery. A body sailed through the air right before the pair. Yes, a body that belonged to one of those warring vampires. It was almost like someone had played darts with another man's body.. or maybe it was more like shotput. They were so close to making it to that door too.
The vampire crashed into the concrete patio wall, likely leaving a print where his face once was as Harley swiftly moved instinctually backwards. Harley frowned at the scene, a groan of displeasure upon her lips. "Why does everyone want to crash my party?" She exclaimed with an urge to lash out in agitation, but who really won against a vampire? She needed to think smart. But one thing for sure was, vampires had pushed her too damn far. That oppression only fueled her anger on yet another undead prick who wanted to rain on her parade.
Her fingers twitched, involuntarily curling like they wished to shift into paws of deadly fury... It would be so much easier to do in that form. Hell, her inner feline was ready to beat those bloody war drums. But she refused, not willing to allow to let another vampire rule her damn emotions.
There had to be another way.
It was unfortunate that there was now an obstacle between their exit, the tinted glass door that led to their refuge was so damn close and yet out of reach. That shift of her eyes was then brought to the groaning vampire that rose to his feet, crumbling concrete falling haphazardly to the ground. His face was bloodied and snarling at the pair like it was somehow their fault that he went and ate concrete.
A certain kind of adrenaline-fueled readiness overtook her body, moving to stand closer to her companion's side. He didn't seem like much of a fighter. Although, it was difficult to say if she did so out of self-preservation or merely because she intended to attempt to save him if she could. Harley gripped her glass tighter, that glass that by some miracle still possessed some of her drink in it. In one seamless gesture, she tossed it back. She was finishing her drink dammit.
"You see the shit I deal with?" Her words filled with disbelief as she eyed her companion at her side, fully expecting him to agree with her... emphatically. All before abruptly launching her empty glass at the vampire with impressive force for someone so small.
The glass hit his stupid, snarling face and bounced right off it, crashing to the floor anti-climatically as it broke into a thousand pieces.. She couldn't help the few syllables of laughter that freed itself at the sight. He had more damage from the wall... but the image of that glass seemed to amuse the raven-haired woman...
If only it did more than the confusion that crossed his features, pausing long enough to look at the offending glass that was reduced to nothing but shards.
Those precious seconds were all she had as she summoned anything metal in her vicinity toward her like she was a human magnet. She ignored the sound of distant rumbling of engines from the other side of that wall.. while cutlery and metal chairs flew toward her with an urgent rapid speed.