[ Dean never really knows what kind of interaction he's gonna get when Harley shows her face, so it's really always a gamble. This time, she bursts in with a myriad of strange fuckery in her hands, demanding a girls night.
Alright.
He closes his journal and stows it in his night stand, a wry smile on his face. ]
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Alright.
He closes his journal and stows it in his night stand, a wry smile on his face. ]
Hello to you too, Harley. Make yourself at home.