Roy shrugged her shoulders though she new she would eventually give in. Marion had a way about her that meant Roy listened to her advice when she seldom took another’s. “If you want.” It wasn’t as if these were the worst injuries she’d ever had but they weren’t exactly pleasant either. The other woman seemed to share her concern that the quiet only meant something more as heading their way soon. Still, for now she supposed there was nothing to do but enjoy the peace and quiet. Though that was something Roy wasn’t sure she was capable of doing.  “Two soulmates,” She confirmed, hand instinctively reaching to brush against her mark. “Rare and, having my luck, even more complicated. “He’s my adopted Dad’s best friend and Ollie is….well he’s not taking it well.” She grinned. “Not gonna lie, it’s kinda fun seeing him squirm.” Her gaze flickered to Marion’s mark. as far as she knew the other woman had never found her mate, something that Roy knew had to be crushing whenever a patron came in giddy over finding their’s at last.

She couldn’t help it, she winced slightly as he touched her. She didn’t even know if he would catch it, but the aftershocks of the kryptonite left her nerve endings on a ‘high’ setting, everything was overstimulating to the point of pain. Even the dress she wore, which normally was one of her favorites felt tight, itchy, and as if it were made from the roughest fabric possible. But still, she leaned into him, the comfort he provided was more of a priority then the dull burning pain that accompanied the aftershocks. “I don’t know what Clark’s told you about green kryptonite.”

A frown graced his face as she felt her wince, he softened his touch just a bit before placing a soft kiss to the side of her temple and breathing in gently. HIs brow raised suddenly before his eyes narrowed. “He’s told me enough. Have you been in contact with it?” He asked, taking in the facts and what he knew it did to Clark and applying it now. “Has someone used it against you? I thought only Clark had it locked away....”

Harley was three shots in, and sipping a rum and coke which meant she was gearing up to do some dancing. But she was still sitting at the bar, facing away from it with an elbow propped up on the wooden surface. The place was full of skeezy people doing even skeezier business, and Harley was looking for someone to cozy up to that could be convinced to give her some money.

So she noticed the blonde when she walked in because she was easily the most attractive person in the place aside from Harley herself, and because she was looking right at her. But being hot wasn’t enough to get Harley’s attention for long, and after arching an eyebrow slightly, her gaze drifted away. 

When the woman addressed her, Harley turned on her seat to face her more fully. “Yeah, sure, honey, it’s a free country.” The alcohol had made her easy-going, and she grinned after the initial shock of being spoken to by an apparently upstanding citizen wore off. But even this alcohol-softened expression bordered on predatory. “In fact, it’s my pleasure. I’d love to know what brought you here.”

The blonde could be pleasant for a little longer, she could flirt and charm, but that wasn’t going to stop her from achieving her goal. She laughed a little as she did take a seat and thanked the bartender. Adraine wouldn’t outright ask about her art. Not yet. 

Roy waved her off with a shake of her head. “I’m fine. besides it’s not like I’ve got anything else to do with my time…besides drinking.” She raised her glass in a mock cheer and took another sip. “Still, got one hell of a bruise on my thigh and possibly a cracked rib, having a night off isn’t terrible.”  “Yea, I  never trust the quiet.” She admitted. In fact Roy never trusted when things seemed to be going well. Always meant things were about to get worse in her experience.  Her personal life had been less quiet and more/// well she wouldn’t call it quiet  by any stretch of the imagination but it was. “It’s good. I mean it’s not exactly…” She frowned. “I have someone… kinda two someones and it’s….it’s complicated.”