[ RF ] Describe the Morning after a one night stand between a pair of cosplayers .

`` Umm your sword is poking me in the back,'' she says and in that instant he realizes he is not in bed alone but he does not roll over, not yet. He spends a good long moment eyes pulled shut in an attempt to recall the night before but it is just a blur of colors and good times. Though there was a sweet fairy that fluttered and flit around... *please be the fairy, please be the fairy. * `` Are you awake, did you hear me? Your sword is poking me in the back, can you move it?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, sorry, though it is not a sword. It is a hammer. Mjolnir.'' He pulls the hammer, but it pulls her bodily along with it, lodged as it is in her belt. 
 
 `` Oh shit! Hold up,'' she says and he rolls over to help, seeing her for the first time in the light of the new day. 
 
 `` I fucked a Harley Quinn,'' he says in a soft bewildered voice and her eyes snap to his. 
 
 `` Yeah, ya did, what of it?'' 
 
 Panic sets in that he said it out loud, but still he fucked a Harley Quinn... they are a dime a dozen, why could n't it have been the hot supergirl, or the fairy girl that he flirted with all night....Harley Quinn! `` Umm... I think Mjolnir is stuck.'' He pulls on the handle again, once more pulling her closer across the bed. 
 
 `` Hold the fuck up.'' She fiddles with her belt, pulling at the fastening, it is the only piece of clothes she still has on while he wears the cape of his Thor costume. The hammer is lodged in the loop of the buckle how the oversized thing got in the tight hole is a mystery, yet there it is. He loses sight of the debacle and watches her perky breasts jiggle as she moves. `` Get your stick off of me!'' she cries out in agitation. 
 
 `` Mjolnir.'' 
 
 `` What do you mean that you fucked *A* Harley Quinn?'' 
 
 He blinks and pulls his eyes from her chest to look at her, smeared makeup and all. Looking down his own body, covered in red and white smears, he can follow the trail of what they apparently did last night. He does not respond to her and merely reaches out to help her with the belt as she fumbles. 
 
 `` It's not like you are some prize,'' she sneers but he does not respond. 
 
 He releases her and the belt opens up as she moves away from him and pulls the sheets up around her. Now further exposed he gathers the cape around his body and looks around the foreign room, he must be at her place. Memorabilia litters the walls and comics are stacked everywhere. `` You have a Stan Lee signed Spiderman?'' he gasps crossing the room to eye the framed comic. 
 
 `` Yeah.'' She says clipping the word short. 
 
 `` Oh fuck!'' He points to another frame mouth dropped open and looks back at her. 
 
 `` I know, right!?!?'' She cries out and sits up. `` I got that one in the big San Diego Comi-Con last year. Stood in line all day.'' 
 
 `` You went to Comic-Con? Man, I have always wanted to do that. How awesome was it?'' 
 
 `` So awesome'' 
 
 `` Sweet. What about last night, buy anything?'' 
 
 `` Nah... I get it all at my local. Keepin' it in da hood.'' 
 
 As a comic store owner, her words are like an aphrodisiac... a cute girl, a comic girl, a loyal girl. Suddenly he has a lump in his throat. He swallows thickly. `` Umm so, I'm sorry, but what is your name?'' 
 
 `` Harley. Thus the Harley.'' 
 
 `` Oh!'' Returning to the bed he looks at her and sees the girl beneath the makeup. `` That is actually kind of cute'' and so is she. 
 
 `` Is it? Mr. I fucked *A* Harley Quinn.'' She says the words with sarcasm but teases him with a smile. He is disarmed, he is stammering, he is naked in a cute girl's bed. `` Hungry?'' she asks when he says nothing at all. 
 
 `` Famished.'' 
 
 `` I can make us yoda pancakes.'' 
 
 He is wide eyed watching her walk from the bed and flops back with a smile. How sweet it is.
