Jennifer Walters sat at the lounge looking over the notice from the other law firm. Her client was suing for defamation, and the law firm representing Lexcorps filed a motion to dismiss and now Jennifer was reading the notice from Lexcorp’s law firm.
“Here you go,” a woman said as she put a tumbler on the table next to Jennifer, “Gentalemen set it over to you.”
Jennifer looked at the woman. Red hair, about five ten, green leather corset, green plaid minikilt and black sexy boots.
“Who set it?” Jennifer asked.
“Man in the hat over there,” the woman said, “Don’t worry, I poured it myself, no one has touched it.”
“Thanks” Jennifer took the glass.
She took a sip and almost spit it out. It was straight whiskey, not a whisky and water. Jennifer looked at the glass and guessed it was maybe ten ounces, it looked like it was three fifths of her half liter bottles of water back at the office. Good thing she was Ubering her way home tonight. As long as she didn’t get green while shitfaced, she would be alright. Jen picked up her phone and texted her office, she sent a reminder to fight the dismissal on the grounds of a recent slander case from the Federal Court of Appeals for the New York circuit. She took another sip and decided to go meet “the man in the hat.”
Jennifer looked around, there was a man in a black suit over at a corner table. What she could see of the suit was that it was a Zoot-Suit cut, and the oversized flat brimmed black hat covered his face. Jennifer took another sip and noticed the peacock feather sticking up from the left side of the hat. She took another sip and put her stuff in her briefcase. Jenny was thinking that the man could be cute, but he was defiantly on the skinny side. Jenny took another sip and picked up both the glass and the leather briefcase. She walked over. She felt her half inch kitten heels getting taller. Jenny shook her head before taking another sip of the whiskey.
“Well hello there miss,” the man said from behind the brim of his hat.
“Hay-ah,” Jenny cooed, “Did you buy this drink for little old me?”
“Why yes I did,” the man let out a slight chuckle, “I am recently single and am looking to meet new people.”
“Single?” Jenny asked as she put her black leather messenger bag on the table, “What happened?”
“She chose a friend over me,” the man said, “then her friend betrayed her and now I hear that she is off in crazy cat lady land.”
“Oh,” Jenny sat on the bench of the booth and giggled as her vinyl skirt squealed against the vinyl of the booth, “Soo sorry, my butt is loud.”
“Oh don’t worry,” the man said as he tipped his hat up, “I like the sound of a whoopee cushion.”
Jenny saw the pale face of the man with an exaggerated grim.
“Oh, my, gawd,” Jenny whispered, “Are you a clown?”
The man arched an eyebrow.
“A clown?” he tried to frown, “I am THE clown, I am the Joker.”
“A joker?” Jenny giggled, “I like clowns, I think they are sexy.”
“Damn you are a light weight,” Joker smirked, “Oh well, can’t rape the willing.”
“Don’t go,” Jenny said, “I do like clowns and bad boys… I really am a naughty girl. I can be all Jackle and Hyde. Sure, Jackle is a silly stripper, but wait till you see my Hyde”
Jenny chugged the last of the drink and reached into her leather snatchal, and pulled out a fifty.
“Hay Red! I need another!” Jenny shouted.
The waitress came over with a bottle of Jameson and refilled Jenny’s glass. While she did that Jenny looked over in a mirror, she was dressed in a sexy black vinyl parody of a lawyers suit. She had on her favorite stripper heels, fishnets, a black vinyl miniskirt, a white vinyl shirt, and a black vinyl jacket with built in undercups to show off her tits. As the waitress walked away, Jenny picked up the tumbler and drank half of it in one go.
“I like your tie,” Jenny said, “Is it Green for Saint Paddy’s Day tomorrow?”
“Not really,” Joker said, “The shamrock on my cock is.”
“Oh,” Jenny smiled, “I have on green all the time. I have green op underneath.”
“Did you dye your patch green?” Joker asked.
“Not exactly,” Jenny was working herself up, she closed her eyes when she felt it, “I got a green monster inside me.”
Shulkie’s eye flung open with black irises and neon green veins. Shulkie’s form grew, her hair went green and became a wild main, her body became that of a giant sex goddess. She looked around.
{Oh, hi GAV. This is what we are doing?}
[Shut up before I mind fuck you to be Deadpool’s sexaddict again.]
{Right, What’s my lines again? Oh right} Shulkie smiled at the Joker, “I have been wanting to ditch the whole hero sctich for a while now.”
“Ah, who were you talking to?” Joker asked, “You know what, I am the last person to be asking that question. I bet you are expecting me to offer you cookies.”
“I was hoping for Nookies,” Shulkie leaned in.
She grabbed the tumbler and drank the rest of the whiskey without any problem.
“Do you always wear rubber underwear?” Joker asked, “In case you get a growth spurt?”
Shulkie looked at herself in the mirror, black rubber bikini briefs, black rubber bra, and the rest of it was ripped off her like a banana peel.
{Of course, GAV is here so its fetish night.}
[So I am a pervert with a latex fetish, can we stay in scene?]
“I might want you to rip them off,” Shulkie leaned in on the Joker, “What do you say big boy? Want to teach me to be a homicidal harlot?”
Joker took a sip of the shot glass in his hand and a nasty plan filled his mind, this would be the start of a horrible relationship!
“Baby, I hope you like cream filled albino sausages,” Joker stole a kiss, “Because after this spree killing that’s how we are going to start your training.”
“This spree killing?” Shulkie asked.
“This spree killing,” Joker pulled out a hand of his trademarked razor blade throwing cards.
He tossed them at some of people staring at their booth in disbelief. Two went down right away and three more screamed in pain. Shulkie grabbed the glass and cackled as she beaned a woman in the head with it. Shulkie grabbed the table and ripped it off the base and tossed it at the door blocking the entrance. Joker and Shulkie stood up, and leered at their victims. Shulkie noticed that her new lover was six five so she didn’t comically dwarf him at six ten.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, none of you are wearing green with red pokadots,” Joker announced, “We are going to fix that!”
A woman screamed as the Joker pulled out a straight razor.