I never did find out her name, I just called her Harley during the party, since she was wearing an attempt at a Harley Quinn outfit. She called me Sam for roughly the same reasons, and I stuck with her since she was the only person at the party who recognised the Maltese Falcon in my hand.
We drank, we smoked, we attempted to play a party game neither of us understood. But then we ended up on the sidewalk, talking until she said goodnight.
My buddy insisted I should have tried to pick her up.
I thought I had.
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