#𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐄 𝐟𝐭. harley

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, but he figures he wont be getting fired any time soon. Wolfie had a good rapport with Dante, besides, he would've most likely told them to fuck off too. These clients deserved it. Watching as Harley swoops in, sweet talking the already tipsy guys who were eyeing her up, the corners of his lips turn upright into a smirk, knowing she'd lied to them. ❝Ugh, I could just kiss ya', Harley.❞ He says, placing a hand on his chest like she'd been his knight in shining armor as they made their way over to the table she'd gotten. ❝Thank God you had tonight off, feels like I haven't seen ya in forever.❞

"Hey boys, why don't we all try to be a little bit more considerate of my friend's time okay? If you all manage to behave yourselves and of course tip well, I'll make sure you get extra special treatment next time you're in seduction." Harley winked at the table knowing she had absolutely no power to grant that but the drunken idiots likely wouldn't remember anyway. The second they agreed Harley put down the bottle of Hennessy and picked up the Don Julio, whisking both it and Wolfie away from the table. "You're welcome."