She’s right - this is why they shouldn’t have bothered with table service. The waiter keeps bypassing them for a party of suits in the corner, and they’ve been alcohol-less for twenty minutes.
“Could kill th’ rich boys over there, I guess. Be a shame t’ ruin the ambience, though.” Sliding out of her jacket, Harley props her elbows on the table - “Guess it’s the old-fashioned way, then—-” and sticks out her chest enough to catch the waiter’s eye before beckoning.
"Ah, garçon?”
“Of course, let’s resort to the boob game,” Selina snickered and rolled her eyes, but she too shrugged off her leather jacket and undid two more buttons on her white blouse. Classy enough not to be classified as a slut. Not bad. Her lips twitched with suppressed laughter as the waiter gives Harley a second glance with a poorly-disguised look of interest hidden with a poker face as he finishes pouring another glass of wine for the suits.
A moment later he comes to their table, and Selina doesn’t trust herself to speak without laughing yet, so she gestures for her blonde companion to order her drink first.
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