toxicodendron_radicans | Harlequin Dreams

Toys, toys and more toys! Bears! Choo choo trains! All antiques - all for sale with a bunch of rich snobs/suckers ready to buy 'em!

Ah toys. Every kid, every teen and every adult in the world needed toys. Even if they didn't admit it to themselves.

Harley perused the toy store, happily adding little modifications to the different displays. This teddy bear will bite and not let go. This choo choo will explode because explosions fix everything and this little drinky bird...

This little drinky bird may be the best thing ever. Harley paused, and watched the bird as if commanded by its power.

Amelia's currently inspecting an original Bebe doll. The dress is an appealing design, and there's a small tennis bracelet of small diamonds around the doll's neck. A little over the top for a child's toy, even an antique, if you ask Amelia. It might look good on the mantle.

Time for more champagne. The gothy-looking chick checking out the drinking bird doesn't look the type for a yawn-fest like this. The Russian woman approaches. "They don't really make these anymore," she says, leaning curiously around. "Which is probably why it's over-priced. An interesting find."

"Yeah... and it drinks!" Harley's Yiddish accent was overly obvious as she pointed at the bird and laughed, "Be better if it spit acid or something, don't you think?"

"I... guess." Amelia gives the bird another look and a crumpled smile.

"Not something I'd give my kid. Maybe the nanny I didn't like. Or mail to those idiots at PETA, that'd give them a start." She's giving Harley a strange, side-long glance. "Maybe rotten milk?"

"Nope," Harley said looking it over closely, "Definitely one for acid," she started digging through her bag. There should be a hole on this thing for it somewhere, and she could rig it to spit. "And I think you'd have to give it to someone special."

And spit it far.

Wouldn't that be great!

...

"What are you doing?"

...

A hand goes to the other woman's forehead and gives her a little shove back. "What if some kid gets that? You can't be serious!"

"What aren't I doing?" Harley giggled, "I don't see any kids here," Harley said, though she didn't think twice about the idea of some kid getting it.

Mostly.

It was all part of the joke. "I'd be more worried 'bout the exploding trains."

"The... what?"

Amelia's got a bit of the demonic speed and strength on her side. The jab out of nowhere should hopefully stun the other woman back to her senses. "Please tell me you're not serious."

"Ow!" Harley wibbled, then started to sniffle. "Whaddya do that for?" Big, blue teary eyes turn on the other woman, "Don't you got a sense of humor?"

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