Owner	Pose
Jinx	[ https://youtu.be/B9BLMNn0PrQ - Bury it - Chvrches ] Jinx tugged at the corners of the jacket. She looked damn cool doing it. People noticed her for all the right reasons and not the wrong ones - like how she was banned from every casino in Las Vegas. But today that didn't matter. Today she strode in like she owned the place. When a security guard approached her she did a spin and gave him finger guns and he laughed pretending to be shot. The concierge bent over backwards to get her the presidential suite. She merely lowered her shades and gave him a stare. Did the reputation of the once super villainous precede her that much? Those eyes looked past the concierge out in to the gambling halls. A slightly sweaty man in a business suit not cleaned for over a week was squirming in his seat. He'd put everything on black. The ball rolled on the roulette table for what seemed like an eternity before it settled on black. Cheers erupted. Jinx lifted up her glasses as she took the key card off the concierge, "Come on Harls babe. Let's live it up large."
Harley Quinn	What's with all the damn cool posing that Jinx has been doing ever since getting that jacket? Harley ain't likin' it one bit because one isn't supposed to ooze that much coolness unless they are called Harley Quinn. Or clownette for their buddies. So it's a rather downfaced clownette that makes way into the gambling halls with Jinx, hands stuffed in her pockets and only grunting acknowledgements at Jinx's desire to play. GRUNTS. Clearly not all is fine in Harleyville. But someone's too cool to notice! "Thought you couldn't gamble anymoouh." she points out.
Jinx	Jinx leans against the wall of the elevator looking disinterested for a moment. The elevator is made of glass and looks out over the gambling halls. "Pfft. As if anyone could ban me from anything. Chillax Harls Babe. Ride or Die with Jinx and you're livin' on easy street." Her eyes narrow behind the shades a moment as police enter the establishment. Security has come to meet them at the entrance and they are exchanging concerned words. No one is pointing toward Harley and Jinx though. "Besides. Looks like this gamblin' den just got..." Jinx whips off her sunglasses in the coolest way possible. "Hot." It doesn't really work yet somehow it works. She tosses the shades to Harley as the elevator dings on queue at the presidential suite. She turns lazily and walks out in to the lavish apartment. "'Bout time they treated me like a Queen."
Harley Quinn	"You just used the C word... Yikes." Harley wrinkles her nose back at Jinx at the use of such a word. Wait, which word was it? Chillax?! Surely deserves a ban of some sort. "I mean, you are soundin' just like Brucey." is that a compliment or insult? They have gone legit now. Sorta. Would the cops be here for them? Hopefully not! But Harley still looks their way by instinct, not one to relax near cops, "Maybe theah's a bounty around heah somewheah..." always looking for the next gig this Harley! But then she is catching those sunglasses. And whistles as they step into that apartment. "I can even forgive yoh bad puns. You really scored high this time. Do they know you downstairs?" she asks, "That guy just gave you the key as if you owned the place.." which just makes her suspicious now!
Jinx	Jinx saunters in to the apartment and pulls out the champagne from its cooler set out with some crab legs and cheeses. The giant black pyramid has special views of Las Vegas. Not too far away the Eye of Las Vegas is under construction. A huge sphere of screens that one day will be the source of golfing memes. Impossibly Jinx gives the champagne a twirl and then strikes it against her leg and the cork pops out shooting across the room and hitting the mood lighting switch. She's known for being unlucky, not lucky. Not like that. "Brucey? Who's that? doesn't matter I don't care." She turns around and drinks straight from the bottle while making eye contact with the perturbed looking H.Q. "Never met him before in my life," she replies about the guy downstairs.
Harley Quinn	"The owner of -that- jacket? You know, the sleazeball?" Jinx may not matter but Harley surely does! Because it all started when they got that jacket out of Bruce. Which gives her an idea. "Say, why don't I wear the jacket a while now, mmm?" she asks, moving her head to dodge the ricocheting cork. That was close! She knows this lucky streak can't be normal though, and it may come back to bite them. At least if she understands how Jinx's powers work. Karma always levels things in the end. All this is considered as she takes a crab leg to chew on. Because they might as well enjoy it too.
Jinx	"Oh," Jinx pauses and smirks. She looks down at the bruise on her knuckles, "That Brucey." She looks down over the jacket admiringly as it clings to her shape showing her off in all the right ways. "Nah. I think it looks good on me. You'd be too skinny for it. Besides," she walks over to the windows, "You wear lycra not leather. Everyone knows that." Walking toward the bedroom she gives the door a cool looking side kick. It swings open to reveal a very bloodied dead body on the sheets. Jinx stares at it a moment, "If anyone asks we found him like that." The corpse in question was a middle aged man wearing a suit and now sporting several stab holes in his stomach. The weapon of choice - a knife - was still sticking up out of one of those improper holes.
Harley Quinn	Skinny? SKINNY?! That makes those baby blue eyes go wide. "I will let ya know that I am a lotsa moouh curvy than you, toothpick!" she gestures with her hand as if she was Italian. Which with her having that Brooklyn accent makes her close enough! And lycra?! "Careful theah or ya may be lookin' at gettin' kicked out of the Bounty Babes!" Ooooh, drama! They should have the cameras here. It would really make quite the episode. She could continue but then there's a dead guy in there and... "Shit pants and sweet Jesus." she approaches to look at the body, then the knife. Then a look to the elevator. "This might be why the cops weah heah. We may be gettin' set up." She looks the knife over more closely, narrowing her eyes.
Jinx	Jinx props a foot up on the edge of the bed and leans in. "Yep. He's dead alright." Out of no where, may be the jacket, she has a tooth pick in her mouth, the tip wiggling about on the outside as she seemingly mulls over the problem. "You might be right. Best you take the fall for this one Harls. Jinx is too cool for jail again." There's a knock on the door and the muffled words 'Management' followed by the jiggle of the door handle and the beep of a security card being swiped. "Time for Jinx to skedaddle. This ain't my kind of scene." She kicks back and turns with her back to Harley, then looks over her shoulder. "We appreciate your sacrifice."
Harley Quinn	If Harley had a tooth pick it would be falling down her lips now when she hears what Jinx says about dumping her friend. All those years of insecurity under Mistah J come back all of a sudden. The betrayal. She blinks once, lower lip trembling. It's that damn jacket, Harls! "You know what, you ain't goin' nowheah.. I am gonna take that jacket off ya." and then she lunges in towards her friend, reaching to grab her so she can try and take that damnable jacket off. Which may make it real hard for them to go unnoticed when the Management comes in.
Jinx	"I assure we check our rooms regularly there is no way your crime tip is accurate," the manager says as he pushes open the door in to the presidential suite. The police follow in and the trio of them stare in wonder at Harley Quinn grappling with Jinx over a leather jacket which somehow the clownette manages to yank free of the sorceress. "No! I need the jacket!" And then it's gone from her grasp. She blinks a moment rather confused by the way she was behaving. She looks at the toothpick in her hand and tosses it away. Then her attention turns to the police and the manager. "We found him like that." "Him?" The police, looking annoyed, push past to follow up on the lead. They spot sight of the body and immediately push in to the room. One goes for their radio to report in as the other looks at Harley and Jinx, "Did either of you touch anything?" Jinx looks even more confused as they aren't immediately blamed for the murder. The police know something. Nothing here is adding up. Besides all that sudden luck followed by the bad luck of having a dead body in her presidential suite. The manager peeks around the corner and sees the body. "We'll comp you a new room Miss Jinx," he quickly says as he realises the bad optics of giving a room to someone that has a dead body in it.