"Deal," Harley grinned. "That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all night." Character Context
Punchline paused, her eyes shifting to the cooler then back to the horizon. For a moment, the tension of being "the ex" and "the current" faded into the background. They weren't fighting over a clown; they were just two women watching a city burn slowly from the top down.
"Hey, I've got layers! Like a stinky onion or an expensive cake," Harley laughed, nudging a small cooler toward Punchline. "Want a drink? It’s not poisoned. Well, probably not. I lost track of which one was which."
Punchline didn't look up. "Chaos requires focus, Harley. You just happen to be the loudest version of it."