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did you get that random birthday party invite? i think it was sent to everyone. wanna go?

fuck yeah you know i do

you think im gonna pass up a party? no fuckin way.

i knew i could count on you!!

am i meeting you there or you wanna come over for a little pre-gaming first?

already on my way, babe

[ And true to his word, a few minutes later he's there, knocking at her door. He still doesn't have much in the way of outfit choices, but he'd changed into his own baggy clothes from home, rather than the prison-issued yoga pants and crop tops. Whether it's an improvement is a matter of opinion. ]

Harley? It's me!

[ Well, it's an improvement to her. Certainly better than those leggings, Jesse. Jesus. Not that he isn't a little hottie to her regardless, but, well. His clothes from home are definitely more attractive. ]

Hey, "me". Door's open.

[ Because she's gonna be that jerk. She throws a piece of jerky across the room to Bruce and he snaps it up and circles to lay back down in his bed. Not that Harley thought Jesse might be his next meal or anything. ]

Baby!

[ She squeals, flying off the edge of her bed to greet Jesse at the door. ]

I missed your face!

[ She cups his face in her hands and wastes no time planting a kiss on him, though she seems more interested than anything in looking him over once they've pulled back. They've kept in touch and all, but it's been a little bit since they've hung out. Harley feels that loss. ]

Come sit. Want a beer or somethin' stronger?

[ Jesse's face breaks into a grin as Harley launches herself at him. He circles his arms around her immediately, leaning down to return the kiss. ]

Yeah, beer sounds great.

[ Why not go for a little pregaming? It has been a little while, and a lot's happened, but for now he's just happy to be hanging out in person with her again. He follows her in, nodding to Bruce. ]

Hey, Bruce. 'Sup?

Perfect.

[ Harley smiles, her grin brightening when Jesse makes an effort to interact with her Brucie, even if it's still from afar. She's not so unhinged that she doesn't understand Jesse's hesitance. Afterall, it had been pretty easy for her to feed Bruce the guy who sold him. But also he was a douchenozzle, and Harley feels like Bruce just has that ability to know who the real bad eggs are, and Jesse's a Good Egg.

Bruce lifts his head and grunts in greeting before going back to gnawing on a suspiciously large bone that Jesse should probably never ask Harley about. Meanwhile, she's filling a bowl with some pretzels and chips for munchies and grabbing a couple of beers from her mini fridge. She pops the tops off and holds one out for Jesse, scooting her little side table over to set the bowl of snacks on so it doesn't completely upend on her bed. Not that she's worried about a mess. Her place isn't dirty, but it's as chaotic as the inside of her head is, and it's clear that she flits from space to space working on things but never quite completing any one task. Things are everywhere, but it's semi-organized chaos. ]

I feel like I haven't seen you in forever! What's been goin' on with you? Tell me ALL THE THINGS.

[ She takes a sip of her beer and then grabs a pretzel, tossing it in the air and throwing her head back to catch it in her mouth just because. ]

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