For now, head to a bar like planned

Since there’s a lot to go over and it’s already late into the evening, Rob decides that he will sort through which emails he wants to respond to tomorrow, for now he just wants something quick and hopefully easy.

Sticking to his original plan, he leaves home and a short drive later he pulls up at a random local bar, not sure what to expect, but he figured it was worth a short if his wish was truly legit.

Once inside, the bar was fairly busy without being too crowded and when scanning the room, he didn’t see anything that would immediately catch his eye. After a quick look around, he headed over to find a spot at the bar, grabbing a drink while watching the nights activity in hopes that something would present itself. And it seems as if fate was not going to let him down.

It wasn’t too long after Rob arrived and got his drink when he heard the rowdy voice of a girl entering the bar drawing the attention of many of the bar goers. Turning to the source of the noise, he startled himself at the figure that had appeared before him, immediately recognising the girl that had just made a grand entrance. She was the spitting image of one of his drawings brought to life in flesh and blood, with a look so iconic he could recognise it anywhere.

Bleached white skin, bright blue eyes, and platinum blonde hair tied into pigtails with the ends dyed, one pink and the other blue. She wore a mismatched outfit of red and black, each piece of her clothing split half and half, reversing each time between her crop top, hotpants, stockings and sneakers. She was showing a fair bit of skin, with her exposed stomach showing off some light muscle tone, her top giving a tease of cleavage from her modestly sizeable breasts, and when she spun around, he caught a flash of her round ass hanging out from the bottom of her hotpants.

Of course, it could be none other than Harley Quinn, the chaotic villain/anti-hero and ex-girlfriend of the Joker from the DC universe, brought to life exactly how Rob had drawn her.

Trailing behind her was another girl who was equally just as hot, but Rob wasn’t so sure he would have recognised her if not for her current companion. A black leather jacket over a white top and matching black leather pants, it was a simple look that didn’t immediately give away her identity. But even with the lack of green skin, her vibrant rose red hair and striking green eyes gave him an indication as to who she was, Poison Ivy.

“Two shots of your finest ****!” Harley shouts at the bartender across the room as she prances over to take a conveniently open spot at the bar beside you, not elaborating any further on her order.

“You don’t have to be so loud Harley.” Poison Ivy admonishes her as she catches up to stand beside her.

“Aw, come on Ivy! I was just makin’ sure they heard our order.” Harley tries to reason.

“And I’m sure they heard you in the next bar over as well.” Ivy retorts.

The two playfully bicker back and forth while Rob stands awestruck at the two of them, despite his wish, it is still a sight to see the two incredibly attractive women who seem like they have been pulled straight from his fantasies and brought into the real world.

As the two settled down with their drinks, the attention from their entrance slowly wanes as people go back to their drinks and conversations, with only the occasional lingering gaze checking out the bodies of the two beauties. It seemed as though despite their loud entrance, no one seemed to have any reaction as to anything being out of the norm, just like if any two random attractive girls walked into a bar.

After admiring the visage of the two women for a few minutes, Rob snapped out of his trance and realises that although his wish has brought them to life, and fate has brought them in close proximity, he might still have to introduce himself in order for anything to happen. He considers how he should approach them, he’s not exactly used to chatting up girls in a bar. But as luck would have it, he wouldn’t be needing to make the first move.

“Hey you!” Harley loudly says in Rob’s direction. He turned to see who she was shouting at only to realise that she was looking straight at him, “Hey~ you’re kinda cute for a big guy, but in a weird kinda way ya’know. What’cha say to buyin us pretty girls a couple more drinks!”

It was a bit of unusual half compliment but I guess he’ll take it as he already is aware that Harley is a bit of an oddball.

“Harley! That’s no way to talk to a person!” Ivy scolds her before addressing Rob, “Don’t mind her.” She excused, giving Rob the impression that she was clearly the more responsible one of the two.

“Hey~” Harley whines, until Ivy gives her a smile.

“Let me show you how it’s done…” Ivy states, puzzling Rob a little as to what she means, but soon finding out.

Ivy saunters up to Rob, her hips swaying as she gets in close to him, brushing her hair back and leaning against the bar, cocking out her hip and showing off some cleavage. “Hey handsome, you interested in joining us for a few rounds?” she asks in a sultry voice.

Rob couldn’t have help but gape at her, his mind frazzled from the sexuality that Ivy was oozing out. Before his mind had even time to catch up to his actions, he realised he had already taken out his card and placed on the bar.

“Thanks sweetie.” Ivy replies in a sugary voice and a wink, grabbing the card and proceeding to order another round for herself and Harley, but not for Rob.

“Aww~ ain’tch sweet.” Harley chimes in, “See, I knew he don’t mind.” She says to Ivy as the two then proceed to ignore him, now with card in hand.

It took far longer than he’d like to admit for his brain to eventually catch up with what had just happened, being ashamed to say that Ivy’s tactics had worked a little too well on him. Although he knew fictional women were his vice, it still been a little too easy for them, but the lust he had for the two fictional women were clouding his judgement, especially with the addition of Ivys actions.

Eventually, the logical part of his brain kicks in and he begins to understand that he is being taken advantage of. In the universe she comes from, Ivy has the superpower to seduce and ensnare men turning them into mindless puppets, and although he’s pretty sure she doesn’t have her powers anymore, it may be that there are some things that have translated over into the real world.

As the night progresses the two girls continue to take advantage of him, flirting with him when they want a drink and ignoring him when they have received one. If it was his past self, he would feel like a bit of a chump for being used so easily, however now that he had more money than he knew what to do with, he decided that he would go with the flow and see if fate would do its magic.

And maybe it was time for it to do its things.

As the two progressively got themselves more drunk, Rob found that the two were now more open to conversing with him instead of leaving him out of the conversation.

“I’ve not actually introduced myself, names Rob.” He says to girls as another round of drinks arrive in front of them.

“Harley Quinn, nice to meet cha!” she throws an outstretched hand which Rob takes and gives it a small shake, noting the smoothness of her petite hands.

“Names Pamela, but my friends just call my Ivy.” The redhead chimes in from the other side of Harley, moving to smoothly place her hand in his palm down like some kind of royalty.

Luckily, introducing himself went a lot smoother than he had initially expected after the first interactions he had with them, and the two now seem to be open with including him in their night of drinking.

Harley of course was quite the talker and has that hyperactive crazy energy that she is known for, constantly moving around, making big expressive gestures, and sometimes rubbing her body against him with her antics. Ivy on the other hand was far more controlled and reasonable being a nice balance to Harley, however her naturally seductive demeaner meant that the hard on in Robs pants was not about to go away anytime soon.