Harley doesn't know what city this is, why she's here, or how she got here, but she'll be damned if that stops her from finding where to party. She's a few drinks in and riding the cusp of a perfect buzz when the stranger asks her to dance, and there's no reason not to so she does. It's fun and she makes it through an entire song and a half before getting distracted by someone or something else and peeling away.

When she sees him again later, she's a few more drinks deep so she has to take a moment to place how she knows him. She doesn't, not at all, but she recognizes him and that's good enough for a friendly drunk like her. She plops down on the arm of the chair and leans against his shoulder.

"What are we looking at?"