Harley Bent  (Level 1 Godamancer)<br/>LIV 1  BSH  1  SNK 1  LIK 1  WHT 3  RED 1  BLU 1  GRN 1  BLK 1  XP 1<br/>In desperate need of the restroom<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Harley had known that she shouldn't expect to win after just a few rounds, but over thirty?! The man was a behemoth...or maybe actually a hippopotamus in disguise. It was a good thing she'd started out thirsty...but by the tenth glass her thirst had long been sated and drinking down the seemingly never-ending water was just becoming a monotone act. Of course, she tried to keep up the act, wouldn't want to make her little trick seem<em>too</em>obvious. Though by the time they were on their fifteenth round she wasn't pretending anymore. Instead of becoming sluggish and disoriented from the drinking as she should have been, she was starting to forget to pretend that she was and was starting to notice more and more that well...her bladder was full.<br/><br/>Very full.<br/><br/>But she wasn't about to lose either. Sitting on the edge of her seat, she squeezed her legs together, crossing and uncrossing them and shifting around constantly. 'Come on, come on, comeoncome onn...Geez stop drinking already and just go down!' It was easy to see that the man was starting to lose consciousness, and she was growing even more impatient the longer it took him to down his glass, she almost wanted to reach over the table and help him wrap his fingers around the mug and pour it into his mouth!<br/><br/>When Bart finally keeled over, Harley downed her last glass to show that she was indeed the winner and practically shot up and out of her seat. 'Gotta go, gotta go, gotta gogogo.' A beanpole extracted himself from the thronging crowd that was busily trying to pull up the bartender into a sitting position and see just how far gone he was, and started chattering enthusiastically.<br/><br/><em>That was amazing! I've never seen...how did you do that? I really must know!</em><br/><br/>She barely heard his question and was in far too much of a hurry to stop and listen, or to stop at all, and in fact she collided right into him causing the man to fall back into the crowd, a little domino effect fanning out at the outer fringes. Harley managed to propel herself forward a few teetering steps before getting back on her feet and making a beeline for the back door, slamming it open in her haste and sighing a breath of relief when she saw the outhouse...but not too relieved...yet. The outhouse was small and dingy..and occupied apparently. "Goddammit!" Pounding on the door a slurred reply responded irritably, "Ah'm busy! Can't get no peace anywhere..." and trailed off into unintelligible grumblings.<br/><br/>Glancing around Harley's only other option would be the few bushes scattered around the back and none seemed large enough to hide her from sight. Banging harder a lazy snore responded and a mental snap sounded in Harley's mind as her patience burned down to nothing. "That's it." Yanking on the handle, she pulled the door open to reveal a slovenly man sleeping soundly on the seat, head leaning back against the wall and mouth open as he snorted in his sleep. It looked as if the man had fallen asleep while in the middle of preparing to use the bathroom but hadn't quite gotten around to taking off his pants yet as his hands were still in the middle of unbuckling his belt. "Wake..UP!" Kicking him in the shin, she pulled him roughly by the collar of his shirt and managed to pull him halfway out, before stepping over him and soundly pushing and kicking his confused behind out the door, which promptly closed with a bang. And ah...blessed relief.<br/><br/>Opening the door, a very happy and rather smug Harley stepped out and onto the still unconscious man whose face was still buried in the dirt, and whose behind was propped up enough to make a convenient step down. She was humming a little tune, it'd been a while since she'd been so pleased with herself. Not just free rooming and drinks but she'd won herself Bart's lovely little pouch as well. She could still hear the jingling of coins within it and with a little skip in her step she was certainly looking forward to claiming her prize. Hm, maybe even get a few drinks too. Real drinks, not the watered down stuff.