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"I don't know about American sleepovers..." Digger glanced across the room as he spoke, eyes settling on Katana. "But things get pretty crazy at Australian sleepovers... And I mean real intense."
Harley raised an eyebrow and frowned. "Ya mean as crazy and intense as a super villain running around throwing bent sticks?" She enquired, a smile quivering on her lips. Floyd snickered under his breath, and even Katana smirked.
"You starting of with ghost stories, Boomerang?" Rick teased, rising up from the bed and settling against the headboard.
June followed his lead and slid up the bed, resting her head against Rick. "It's a great place to start." She encouraged.
Floyd nodded in agreement. "And then," he began. "We can all braid each other's hair." Floyd's voice was laced with sarcasm.
Chato shuffled a little closer in his sleeping back, raising his hand slightly to demonstrate he had something to say. "I don't have any hair." He informed Floyd.
"Neither do I, you overgrown birthday candle!" Floyd narrowed his eyes almost in disbelief as he tilted his head at Chato.
Chato cocked an eyebrow. "You got that shit going on though." He fluttered his finger over his own chin.
Floyd cocked his head to the side briefly, before reaching behind himself and grabbing his pillow and launching it across to Chato. "Ain't nobody braiding my beard." He announced.
Chato shielded his face with his arm, chuckling as the pillow limply fell into his lap.
"Braiding is so 2 minutes ago." Harley scooped up the remaining pillow behind Floyd, and pressed it against her body as she collapsed on top of him, chanting; "Pillow fight, pillow fight, pillow fight!"
Whether he wanted to join in the sleepover festivities or not, Floyd found himself wrestling Harley whilst protecting his face from her attack. His strength eventually overpowered her, and she laid pressed against his sleeping bag under the weight of his forearms. She squirmed. "Hey, are you gonna take that?" She prompted to Chato.
Chato glanced around at everybody, before shrugging. "What for?" He asked her, watching with a ghost of a smile as she laid helpless beneath Floyd.
"He called you a birthday candle!" She almost shrieked. "An overgrown birthday candle! That's not even that clever!"
Chato inhaled deeply in thought, before he picked up the pillow Floyd threw into his lap and rose up from his sleeping bag. "She's got a point." He warned Floyd before crushing the pillow into the side of his face. Floyd loosened his grip on Harley's wrists momentarily as he suffered the shock of the blow, and she wriggled free.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Rick tried to grasp everybody's attention, holding out a flat hand as a signal to halt. They didn't. "Two against one isn't fair at all." He announced, taking his own two pillows and joining in the fight to back up Floyd.
"Two?!" Harley exclaimed with a pout as she stopped smothering Floyd with her pillow and let Chato take charge. "Two pillows?! That's not fair!"
"Neither is having two against one!" Rick defended his actions and he swatted Harley in the shoulder, lightly to avoid hurting her.
He received a very firm slap back, right across his face.
"Do not make that mistake!" Boomerang called from the sidelines. "I wouldn't go easy on her if I was you." He offered his advice, almost like a coach on the other side of the ring in a tag team match.
"Why don't you come over here and show them how it's done, Digger?" Harley challenged as she used her body weight and pillow to shove Rick to the ground with Chato and Floyd, who were in a constant and heated battle.
"Not for me, Sheila." Digger wisely turned down her challenge with a shake of his head. He reached for his beer, which he kept by his sleeping bag. "I'm a spectator." He tucked his thumb under the cap and tugged it up, the can hissing and finally clicking open. He glanced at it, and then at Katana. He offered her the can. "You want some?"
Katana also glanced at the can and then at Digger. She smiled very faintly, so faintly that Digger wasn't so sure it was a smile. But she accepted and took the can off him.
June crawled over her and Rick's bed, gathering her own pillow from her side. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I have to admit," he began gently over the commotion of the fight. "Two pillows isn't fair, Rick..." She then joined in, aiming straight for Rick.
"Yahtzee!" Harley squealed with joy. "Talk about girl power, huh Rick?" She span around with the pillow, getting a final hit in to Rick before assisting Chato with Floyd.
The fight went on for a good 15 minutes after. Katana had gotten down four cans for beer, which was both worrying and appealing to Digger, who had only managed two. Chato eventually retired back to his sleeping bag to catch his breath, and Harley almost gave up, collapsed on top of Floyd, and Rick and June had also had their fun.
The squad quietened down, the previous shrieks and yells and curses died down to breathy laughs and quiet chatter, and as the level of entertainment plummeted, ideas arose.
"What are we gonna do about him?" Floyd began, pointing at the Croc, still sleeping like a log.
Harley crawled closer to Croc, watching with her head tilted as his chest rose and fell heavily with each ragged snore. "Had he stayed asleep this whole time?"
"Not even batted an eye." Katana told her. Nobody questioned her.
Rick furrowed his brow with a disbelieving smirk. "No way!"
Floyd agreed. "There's no chance he's slept through all that shit... How is that possible?"
"I wouldn't question anything about that dude." Chato shrugged, watching the scene. Harley edged closer.
"You guys know what that means right?" Harley had a devious grin from cheek to cheek. She looked back at the rest of the squad, her pigtails hanging by her face.
"What does that mean?" Floyd cautiously asked.
"We prank him." Harley responded with wink.
Digger shook his head. "No." He started firmly before taking a sip of his can. "Not a good idea. Not a good idea at all, I say we don't."
"Are you afraid?" Katana asked, her voice low, almost a purr. Digger swallowed his mouthful of beer, and swallowed a lump in his throat.
"N-No." He stammered a little. "I just don't want to feel the wrath of a 500 pound lizard."
"Aw he's just a big ol' teddy bear." Harley assured them as she skipped over his sleeping form and to the door.
Rick got to his feet. "As much fun as this sleepover is, I don't think it's a good idea to do this..." He followed Harley closely. "Come on, we can braid Floyd's goatee if you want."
Harley blinked in thought. The rest of the squad cautiously waited for her answer, most of them hoping she wouldn't go ahead with a prank. A prank is a prank, but a prank by Harley Quinn could be deadly, for them more than anybody else.
"Nah." She finally said and scampered out the door. Rick dashed after her, and the rest of the squad scrambled up from their beds to follow.