The Stripper

Fight Night

Heidi's POV

It's Tuesday afternoon, there was mixed chatter along the room. We were sat at one long table, most of the security was here, along with the bartenders, but we were missing Lucy and Mr.J

I heard a door creak followed by quiet footsteps, must be Lucy. I turn to see her, but I see a blonde haired woman instead. Her skin was as white as a cloud, kinda like J's. Weird. She skips over to a seat across from me and smiles.
All of a sudden the door flies open and the air was filled with loud laugh. Of course it was Mr.Js, he soon sat down at the head of the table, which happen to be next to me and the blonde woman. As fast as lightning, the blonde girl tackled Mr.J in a hug.

"Puddin! " she screams with a big smile.

Mr.J didn't have much of a response, he just sat there looking through papers as the woman sat on his lap. Am I the only one thats confused here?

"Well before we start does anyone have any questions- because I would hate to be cut off like last time, Larry" his gaze lands on the man I'm assuming to be Larry, who looked like he was going to piss his pants. He also had a rather large scar on his cheek. Weird. But I did have one question to ask.

"Uh- Mr.J, shouldn't we late for Lucy?"

"She said something about moving and quit" he responds

I just nod my head. I wonder what happened that she moved.. I never got a chance to get her number. Not to mention she was the closes thing to a friend I had here so far.

"Any ways..." J says staring over his papers

"Friday is Halloween, I want an even bigger crowd then usual. I want all dancers in costume. If you buy one, you are so common, boring, and normal. I don't tolerate normality."  His eyes seem to roll at the idea of  'normal'

"Bartenders, push people into buying whatever needs to be gotten rid of. Make a Pick your Poison station, they pay automatically, then choose a drink. Some will be good, and well, I'll take care of the bad ones." He chuckles

"As far as the guards, we discussed this with Johnny last night. Oh, and make sure to keep an eye out for our special guest. Screw it up and you'll be more than fired..." His words were harsh, but then he let out another laugh and the girl on his lap laughed with him.

"Who's the special Guest?" I ask

"You let me worry about that cupcake" he says through his laughter.

I just nod in return.

"Well that's all. Get the hell out" he says with a smile and more laughter. Everyone seems to basically run out of here except for me, him, and the girl. He stared over at me.

"I told you to leave.." He says

"Can I talk to you?" I ask, then look at the girl.. "Privately.."

The girl speaks before J can respond.

"Whatever you want to say to my Mistah J you can say in front of me. Oh and I'm Harley Quinn, pleased to meetcha" she say in a thick New York accent.

"I don't think you want to be here for this Harley" I say and pull the note out of my pocket, place it on the table, but keep my hand over it.