Just as Harley had guessed, Oblivion Bar was now packed with noise and people. Bobo and his gorilla waiters were so busy their feet barely touched the ground.
Some wizards wanted drinks, some wanted snacks to go with them, while the bar staff consisted of exactly one person and four gorillas.
"Hey, Tracy, my girl!" Harley grinned as she slipped up beside the counter and greeted her fan. "Miss me? Have you been happy lately?"
"Ah! Harley!"
The girl busy pouring drinks behind the bar was overjoyed, her eyes practically sparkling. With both hands occupied by eight glasses, she could only lean her face over to rub cheeks and kiss her idol.
"I've been great. Bobo isn't dead yet, and even if the sky falls, he'll hold it up. Plus, his three admirers are all very capable, so they've taken a lot of work off my hands."
"I heard that!" Bobo returned carrying a tray piled with empty glasses. He hopped onto a barstool and dumped them onto the counter. "Do you say that every time you meet anyone? Then curse your own gorilla boss to death?"
Bobo tugged at his sleeves, speaking in a thoroughly displeased tone.
His suit and hat had been tossed inside the bar, unworn. He now had only a wrinkled white shirt on, its sleeves rolled up, making him look like a Black slave in a cotton field.
"Bleh!"
Tracy stuck out her tongue in reply, then swiftly slipped away.
Only then did Bobo sigh. He settled onto a barstool, poured himself a beer, and spoke to Deathstroke.
"Let me guess. You came to see me this time because of the heavy snow?"
"Detective Chimp lives up to his name. It is indeed about the large-scale drop in temperature." Su Ming tossed him a cigarette