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Needful Things; Friday

Harley's hairdo was looking a little more slicked back than was typical of her. Also if anyone got within sniffing distance, there was going to be a distinct scent of pumpkin spice and coffee to it. Unless, of course, the sniffer happened to also have made the mistake of trying to take a little morning shower that particular Friday.

Anyway!

New-old stock had arrived at the store, and it was absolutely beautiful:

Vintage baseball bats.

"Jackpot!" Harley exclaimed, digging them out of the box they'd turned up, and lovingly running her hand along them. "Oh, maybe I should name one of you guys Jackpot..."

It had been a while - way too long! - since she'd last had a proper bat to work with.

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After moving his stuff over and realizing just how empty his new place felt, Dean figured it was probably time to fill it with... well, something. Art? Furniture? Yeah, maybe that was the move. Plus, it’d been a while since he last checked out the inventory at this particular shop.

So, not long after, he found himself walking through the door of Needful Things. "Hey, Harley," he called out, giving a nod. "Been a minute. How's business treating you?"

Harley? Totally practicing swings with one of the bats in a... not particularly safe spot near the counter.

So Dean had probably just saved some nice china from being needlessly smashed, since his arrival had her swinging the bat to rest against her shoulder instead. "Oh hello there! Didja come to buy something?"

"Yeah, I just got a house so I need-"

Dean frowned. "House stuff?"

Clearly not his area of expertise.

"We got house stuff!" Harley declared, unfazed. "We got lotsa ~~moddable~~ house stuff! Furniture! Fancy lace table cloths from little old ladies! Candelabras!"

You definitely wanted a candelabra, Dean, right?

"I'm gonna pass on the lace tablecloths," Dean said with a smirk. "But furniture? Yeah, that I need. Sofa, bed, chairs... you had some pretty cool leather chairs in the window a while back, right? And-"

He paused, mulling it over.

"Is it a cool candelabra?"

Harley gave a dramatic wounded gasp.

"You think I would sell you an uncool candelabra?!"

“Okay, but it also has to be badass,” Dean qualified. “If Dean Winchester owns a candelabra it can’t be some weird thing that chases after feather dusters and annoys clocks.”

"... Well none of ours do that," Harley hazarded. "That I know of?"

“Okay, final clarification: are any of these candelabras iron?”

Because it may be cool but it should also be effective against ghosts.

Now that Logan was a little more settled in town and all that, he was branching out. You know, exploring.

...okay, that was a lie. He was checking out where he presumed Gambit worked based on the scent lingering around the place. Since he hadn't really seen the man since he first arrived, but was relatively certain he wasn't dead or anything.

"The fuck?"

The wares being sold here? Not exactly what he expected to find.

Well, he would just need to adjust his expectations towards something that encompassed both antique furniture, vintage baseball bats, and the holographic dog art Remy had hung up around the place! Just to name but a few things the store and its labyrinthine nooks and crannies held.

"Is it the hair?" Harley asked earnestly, one bat-free hand going up to said hair in a gesture that was only a little bit self-conscious. "'Cause there was something real funky goin' on with the pipes this morning. Like maybe they got crossed with one of the coffee places in town?"

They had PSL on tap for the season, right?

He could not and would not! He'd just be grumpy and judgey and... probably more grumpy, honestly.

Logan sniffed again then made a face at the too sweet smell mixed with milk and pumpkin spice. This was what happened when you didn't bother with drinking water today and therefore did not realize something weird was happening. "You think the coffee place just pours from the tap?"

It was honestly the least outlandish idea considering the whole island.

Harley brought her hand back down and shrugged in a way that didn't need to also involve her arm, yet still did.

"If they're smart they do."

Well now he wasn't going to the coffee shops in town, damn it.

Logan just shook his head at that, looking around the place. "You work here?"

"Oh, no," Harley replied, with a very serious shake of her head, "I run this place."

And then a big smile, and a whole flourish with her arms, only narrowly avoiding knocking anything off a nearby shelf.

"Welcome to the antique store!"

You know what? That tracked for this place once again.

"Right," Logan said slowly. "You actually sell stuff here?"

He sold a grand total of two books since working at the book store, so. You know. Comparing things.

"Yeah," Harley said like it was obvious, "it's a store."

And also occasionally a front for some less legal operations, but details!

"What we got we don't intend to keep, yanno! 'Less it's something really cool, then I actually might."

So like Flint and his weird book hoarding. Got it.

"Didn't think this place had enough people to actually make a profit," Logan admitted. Maybe because he was a hermit if not dragged out to do stuff. Fully against his will. Zero fun had socializing. Yep.

"We make due," Harley replied easily. Whether it was true or not was no one's business but hers!

She leaned against the counter and raises her eyebrows. "So, what can I get ya? Maybe an antique shaving kit?"

Rude. He made the sideburns work. Mostly by distracting people with his abs, but still.

"I'll pass," Logan replied dryly. "I was just checking in on what this place was. I apparently know one of your employees."

Ish. So many different timelines, man.

Also, it was sweet to assume she had more than one employee.

Sweet to assume she even had the one, considering the questioning the way Remy'd beeb 'hired' in the first place.

"Oh, ya mean the guy that keeps breaking in here every week?"

You know what? That really sounded right for an X-Men.

"Yeah, that sounds like him." Logan, you knew the man for two days! And then a little once everything was finished. "More intelligible than the one I met."

Channing Tatum did an amazing job and Logan's slander would not stand.

"Well, I've only met the one," Harley replied, "and he's annoying as shit, and that's all I know."

Even if she wasn't half as mad as him anymore, just because she'd had way too much stuff to think about lately to worry about Remy on top of everything else.

Well, it made Logan smirk at least. Because yes. That little shit tried to stop him from drinking one time and for sure deserved it across all universes. A pox on him and all that.

Logan super needed to stop hanging out with witches.

"Yeah. Yeah, he is." Then he vaguely remembered his manners. "I'm Logan, by the way."

"Harley Quinn!" Harley replied, perking up a little. "Pleased to meetcha!"

This was about all the manners she ever had, but at least she was great with the little bit she was in possession of.

Well, he was a remarkably low bar. And she hadn't gone on a tangent about Disney so far, so she was doing better than Wade.

Again. A low bar.

"Sure," Logan replied because it was a big ehhh on meeting him, honestly. "You also new here?"

"Nope!" Harley replied, with a needless sense of pride in her tone, like maybe this was now a competition. "I've been here practically forever!"

Well...

She reconsidered - a bit - then rolled her eyes, almost in time with her big shrug. "Well, since the beginning of the year, but that's almost the same thing! Long enough!"

"Longer than me." Because he was still a sweet, baby child. Unused to the shit here.

"Yeah, you look new!"

Not physically, but even Harley thought that went without saying.

"Did ya just get here? Is this your first store?"

"No," Logan said, making a face like what the actual fuck. "Been here a few months now."

Something like that.

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