Post by Kappa on Apr 26, 2022 16:52:19 GMT
Most Old Ladies play bingo as a means to relax, to unwind, to socialize with peers, to get out of the house and have a little fun.
And Harley Quinn, 80 years young, is no exception.
"... B-B?" A Middle Aged Nurse, pear shaped in form, wrapped in blue scrubs, grey hair in a tight bun, looks out in the front row at an elderly blonde, thin as a rail, chin nice and pointy, pasty white skin sporting deep cracking wrinkles, her hair shoulder length, brittle and dull, dressed in a black and red checkered dress, a pair of cat-eye glasses chained around her tan colored hearing aids, smiling in a way that shows off her freshly polished dentures.
Slowly, Harley Quinn shakes her head.
"I mean um... N?"
Harley nods.
"N uh... N fif..."
Harley scowls.
"Four..."
Harley's eyes widen.
"Four tee..."
Harley slowly nods.
"Forty..."
Slowly, Harley raises her hand upwards, her fingers up to indicate the value she wants.
"3." The Nurse chirps loud. "43! N-43!"
"Bingo!" Harley shouts shrilly. Most of the seniors lower their heads, intelligent enough to know what a psycho that old biddy is.
Within minutes, Harley rolls up to the podium, sitting pretty in her wheelchair, giving the nurse a nice little wink. A difficult task when considering she had a stroke not too long ago!
"Congrats, Ms Quinn." The Nurse nods, sweaty and horrified. "Would you like the denny's gift card, the bath set, or..."
"Car Keys." Harley blurts out.
"What?"
"I want your car keys." Harley insists.
"... That's-That's not a--" the Nurse yelps, a gun angled up at her face.
"What was that, deary? You have to speak up! My hearing aid is on the fritz, again!"
"I said, ENJOY THE RIDE!" The Nurse quivers.
Keys in her age spotted, bony hands, Harley wheels off to a minivan parked in front.
Grandma Quinn: A Badass at any age.
And Harley Quinn, 80 years young, is no exception.
"... B-B?" A Middle Aged Nurse, pear shaped in form, wrapped in blue scrubs, grey hair in a tight bun, looks out in the front row at an elderly blonde, thin as a rail, chin nice and pointy, pasty white skin sporting deep cracking wrinkles, her hair shoulder length, brittle and dull, dressed in a black and red checkered dress, a pair of cat-eye glasses chained around her tan colored hearing aids, smiling in a way that shows off her freshly polished dentures.
Slowly, Harley Quinn shakes her head.
"I mean um... N?"
Harley nods.
"N uh... N fif..."
Harley scowls.
"Four..."
Harley's eyes widen.
"Four tee..."
Harley slowly nods.
"Forty..."
Slowly, Harley raises her hand upwards, her fingers up to indicate the value she wants.
"3." The Nurse chirps loud. "43! N-43!"
"Bingo!" Harley shouts shrilly. Most of the seniors lower their heads, intelligent enough to know what a psycho that old biddy is.
Within minutes, Harley rolls up to the podium, sitting pretty in her wheelchair, giving the nurse a nice little wink. A difficult task when considering she had a stroke not too long ago!
"Congrats, Ms Quinn." The Nurse nods, sweaty and horrified. "Would you like the denny's gift card, the bath set, or..."
"Car Keys." Harley blurts out.
"What?"
"I want your car keys." Harley insists.
"... That's-That's not a--" the Nurse yelps, a gun angled up at her face.
"What was that, deary? You have to speak up! My hearing aid is on the fritz, again!"
"I said, ENJOY THE RIDE!" The Nurse quivers.
Keys in her age spotted, bony hands, Harley wheels off to a minivan parked in front.
Grandma Quinn: A Badass at any age.