You paint my nails and I'll paint your face. It's a deal and I'm gonna hold you to it, Frank-N-Further.
[Rocky might have been a nice guy but Harley functioned on the wavelength that there was no such thing as all-around "nice guys." She'd learned the hard way more than once.]
In the meantime, I guess I gotta go out into that dust bowl. [Harley parks her full bottle next to the piano man and gives him a large grin.]
Play me out?
[She doesn't need any exit music but it helped, she picks up her hammer from where she'd deposited it at the door when she found the place and it's the last thing she grabs before she disappears back into the thick of it.]
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[Rocky might have been a nice guy but Harley functioned on the wavelength that there was no such thing as all-around "nice guys." She'd learned the hard way more than once.]
In the meantime, I guess I gotta go out into that dust bowl. [Harley parks her full bottle next to the piano man and gives him a large grin.]
Play me out?
[She doesn't need any exit music but it helped, she picks up her hammer from where she'd deposited it at the door when she found the place and it's the last thing she grabs before she disappears back into the thick of it.]