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The Perk; Thursday Morning

Some days the coffee machine at home just wasn't enough.

And some days the coffee machine at home just didn't work because of ill fated experiments involving an attempt at infusing coffee with things coffee apparently shouldn't be infused with - at least not through putting the thing directly into the machine.

Which one of those days this one was... was unimportant and nothing to worry about!

Harley sailed into the Perk and directly up to the counter with way too much pep in her step for someone who hadn't had her morning caffeine yet: "Hello! I'll take it extra large and with everything in it!"

The baristas were already used to these kinds of orders from her, so this was going to be fine.

Probably.

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And just as they were handling Harley's order, one of the baristas took a peek over her shoulder and-- sighed. Both of them in one day? What had they done to anger the gods?

Pam let the door fall shut behind her. "Harley," she called, taking a few steps inside. "Hey."

"Pammy!" Harley enthused, whirring around towards the door. "Hi! You lookin' for your fix, too? I'm getting an everything coffee!"

Not a thing, but she was well on her way to making it one.

"You know all that sugar is going to mess with you later today," Pam said, not because she thought Harley would relent, but because someone had to say it. "But yes. I'm in town for a few days, so I thought I'd come pick up a coffee."

"Ethically sourced!" chirped one of the baristas.

Harley glanced back towards the barista in question, and then back to Pam, her eyebrows taking a journey of confusion.

"What is that all about?" she asked, pointing backwards.

She was fully ignoring the sugar thing. No one should be surprised and besides, sugar kept her going!

Pam shrugged. "I had a conversation with them once about the coffee industry," she said. "I guess they want to show their homework."

Conversation was a word doing a lot of heavy lifting here.

"Conversation," Harley repeated, with the sort of emphasis that suggested a barely repressed urge to throw in some air quotes.

But then she shrugged. "So, just a regular, ethical coffee, right? My treat!"

"A regular ethical coffee," Pam said, nodding. "Or as ethical as we can get it, at least." She looked up at the barista. "I'd love that," she said, and then back to Harley, "Thank you."

"You heard the lady!" Harley told the barista, unnecessarily, with an equally unnecessary flourish (a big wave of her hand). Then she turned fully back to Pam. "So! What's up? Anything new?"

"'New' is relative," Pam said, slipping her hands into the pockets of her overalls. "So far, home has been... quiet, for Gotham standards."

Did she trust it? Not even a little.

"We stole Harley some new outfits?" she volunteered. "I think she's on the brink of a new makeover."

"Oooh," Harley said, looking somewhere between impressed and delighted. "Is there a color scheme? I used to do some stuff with red and blue!"

Her hair still did, sort of, but the rest of her... was between color schemes, so to speak.

"This time I think the scheme is 'all the colors'," Pam said dryly. "Purple, pink, red, black..."

Harley... looked doubtful.

"Really? That don't sound like much of a scheme." And then a small gasp. "Oh, is she gonna try and blend in?"

Harleys sometimes had questionable ideas about how that worked.

"If she is," Pam said - and by now her voice was the Sahara, "It is going to go very poorly."

The barista handed her her drink.

"Don't slam it, she's not even tried it yet!" Harley objected. "You don't know!"

She probably did, actually.

"Do you think this is the first time I've seen Harley 'try to blend in'?" Pam asked, leaning back against the counter, amused.

"She might crack the code this time!"

Sure she might!

Pam's mouth curved into a smile. "She won't," she said. "Want to go sit down?"

Harley brightened back up a little. "Sure! As soon as I get my --"

An extra large thing of coffee got hastily shoved across the counter to her.

"-- drink," she finished. And picked it up. "Okay, I'm good!"

Pam waved her on towards a seat in the corner. She settled down with her own coffee, tossing one arm over the back of the booth.

"How about you?" she asked. "Anything new?"

Harley slapped some money on the counter and didn't look back as she followed Pam to the table.

She shrugged, sliding onto a seat across from her. "I was in Atlantic City over New Year's?"

Unknowingly.

"And I was a lot more legal 'bout it than you'd think!"

Pam sipped her drink.

"That doesn't sound like a lot of fun."

Harley chuckled, undeterred. "Well the parts I remember were!"

Yes, this called into question how legal the parts she didn't remember had been.

Pam made an amused noise. "And how many of them do you remember?"

"At least three!"

Immediate and entirely sincerely - at least until she laughed.

"Well, three's something," Pam said, sipping, her mouth twitching on its way to a smile. "And that something is company, I think?"

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