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helenoftexarkana:

“Why would I talk about it if I wasn’t allowed to? So I can get beat up some more?” Shifting in her chair, she raised an eyebrow. “Why, d’ya wanna join?” She would bet good money on Bonnie beating everyone in that imaginary club to a pulp, just let her get in the ring on a bad day. Her smile widened at her hairdresser’s offer. “Thanks, Bon. Will it say Oh La La on it?”

“I don’t know how your mind works Helen. Some people love breaking the rules. I would know cause I do.” Bonnie said with a shrug, chuckling a little. “Maybe. There are days I wanna punch everybody in the face, a fight club would be cool.” She joked -- although her words had some truth in it. “No, I won’t give our merchandise for free. I mean I would but then my boss would be bitchin’ all day, I ain’t gonna deal with that.”

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rolandmpd:

“Ooh, good one. You know, I haven’t heard that one before,” he lets out, his voice ringing in sarcasm. "Well if they were trying to hit me, they’ll have to try again tomorrow. And… you know? Not everyone can conquer driving. And those who do, still can’t. We should all just go back to the horse drawn carriages, honestly.” 

“Really? Well, that’s surprisin’.” Bonnie said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “They sure will try again tomorrow. Trust me, I do.” She would know because Bonnie was a terrible driver too. “That would be fittin’, especially considering how backwards our town is when it comes to certain situations.”

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teddyclerc:

He blinked at the exchange, even more at the reaction she had. It was unintentional that he did in the first place, walking in on this moment thanks a collection of coincidences and accidents. “I thought that weed was legal in America? Or is that only uh, California?” That might not have been exactly the right thing to say in that moment. Regardless, he shook his head; maybe if it were something like coke or heroine he might be more worried for her, but he definitely wasn’t gonna call the cops. “Listen, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Only California because the South is full of close minded motherfuckers.”  Bonnie informed him with an eye roll, huffing. She would love to live in California but there’s no way she could afford the rent and she had no savings. “Thank god you are not one of those buzz killers.” She chuckled. “Do you wanna smoke it with me?”

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micahblanchard:

Micah didn’t mean to spy on people, but well, he knew a drug deal when he saw one. They always caught his attention, even when people were trying to be subtle about it. Call it spidey sense, call it bartending, whatever it was, he wasn’t too fazed by it anymore. “Of course not, I just saw them give back your wallet after you dropped it,” he told her with a wry smile, shrugging the sight off. “As long as you don’t get me in trouble, I don’t care. But just a tip - a lot of people come through here, and you’re less likely to be spotted if you meet up behind Striker’s. I mean, if you ever lose your wallet again.”

Bonnie forced a smile once her gaze met with the stranger’s, his face looked familiar, then again Ormont was a small town, everybody’s face looked familiar at one point. “Right, they gave my wallet back, let’s go with that.” She nodded, hiding the bag in her purse carefully. “Don’t worry about that, I wouldn’t get you in trouble. Gotcha. Is that where people take their wallets back? Well, thanks for the tip. I’ll certainly keep that in mind next time.” She chuckled. “Wait, I think I know you -- you are a bartender, right?”

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thomaskringle:

Thomas took a long, better look at the woman than he had previously, raising a sharp brow. “Are you one of those social justice warrior types? Because I don’t have it in me tonight to be arguing meaningless virtue signalling bullshit,” he slurred, somewhat drunkenly. 

“What the fuck is social justice warrior? Is that a new cult?” The last cult Bonnie has heard was Charles Manson’s cult and she wasn’t even born back then. “I was just pointing out a fact. Are you a fucking undercover cop or somethin’?”

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angeporter:

Ange hadn’t meant to stare at the brunette and the other, but her eyes had landed on them and she’d been unable to look away…especially when she realized what was going on. She bit her lip, hoping that the other hadn’t noticed but she wasn’t that lucky. “Nope,” she said quickly, once the brunette had addressed her. “Definitely didn’t see anything at all.” She hesitated. “Don’t like – do that in public again though.”

“Good because I am too pretty for prison.” Bonnie joked, chuckling slightly. Although other woman’s next words caused an eye roll, she huffed. “Jeez, you are a buzzkill, aren’t you? Relax, it’s not coke. It’s pot. It’s legal in few states, if it’s that bad, it would be illegal in every state.”

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rolandmpd:

“I almost got hit by a car on the way to work, today,” Roland lets out flatly to no one in particular, before laughing a bit at the early-morning memory. “I mean, it’s almost like people forget that pedestrians have the right of way, or something.” 

“Was it an angry ex?” Bonnie asked, laughing. “Oh so it was a some rando? I would like to say I am surprised but I am not. Half of the drivers in this town sucks, yet they have licenses.”

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wonderfuldarling:

“I did”, she said shaking her head. “The poor guy..” Neela looked at the woman and chuckled softly. “I don’t think anyone would like to be doing that. Or, well, okay, there are those weirdos who get turned on by the weirdest things so probably someone would like that, but I think majority of people definitely wouldn’t. Me included. Because that’s just disgusting.”

“I wish I hadn’t.” Bonnie grimaced before turning to the other woman. “You never know. Right? Once I almost hooked up with a guy and, then he told me he was into some nasty shit. Sure I am usually on board with everything after ten tequila shots but that was too far. Of course you wouldn’t do that, you seem like a proper lady.” She shrugged with a chuckle. 

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mrsameliablake:

Amelia didn’t really believe what she was seeing, but… the fact that it was actually happening is what threw her off the most. And to think that this was just going to be a normal hair appointment. When Bonnie acknowledged her, Amelia felt her eyes go a little wide, a nervous smile going across her lips. “I saw–okay! Yeah, nothing! You–you’ve got that! Nothing!” 

Good thing Amelia was one of Bonnie’s closest friends and her favorite customer, if it was something else -- like one of those old hags of Ormont, she would be screwed. Grabbing her purse immediately, Bonnie smiled at the shorter brunette as she put the little bag in her purse. “Perfect. It’s not a big deal, you know? I just needed something to take the edge off.” She whispered, winking at Amelia.

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thomaskringle:

“How very soccer mom of you,” Thomas mused, maybe not even loud enough that she could hear. Tipping back his drink, taking one big, brutish gulp, he held onto life and limb as he entered the fourth phase of drinking—stone drunk blind. “Don’t worry. The sheriff’s county’s too busy going after other scum of the earth to bother with pot smoking middle-aged ladies.”

“You trying to be funny?” Bonnie said, rolling her eyes at him. It’s not like he was wrong, yet she was still slightly annoyed. “Right.. That or they are probably too busy harassing minorities or bashing gays or doing nothing. It’s all possible.”

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wonderfuldarling:

It was rather early morning, Neela was on her way to work – she was going to be there way too early, but she just had woken up way before her alarm went off so she decided to just get up and go to work instead of rolling home doing nothing. She was on a good mood and she was pretty sure nothing could make her day bad. Not until she saw someone on the other side of the street slipping and falling into something that looked like extremely wet dog poop. “Eww.. Just.. no”, Neela whispered aloud as she watched how the person happened to wipe the brown mush away with their hand. And then the person clearly realised that as well and you could hear the loud cursing and the person rushing away. “Eww”, Neela just repeated as she just thought about what’d happen if she’d be the one to slip into something like that.

“Eeeeeeewww, you saw that too?” Bonnie’s eyes widened dramatically, she almost gagged before turning to Neela. “I have done few disgusting things in public before but even I wouldn’t do that.”

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Usually, Bonnie’s choice of poison was alcohol. She loved going out, drinking like there’s no tomorrow and getting wasted as much as possible. Alcohol came with its consequences though, hangover was a bitch Bonnie was familiar with. One of her customers suggested her to smoke pot instead and claimed it wasn’t as harmful as alcohol -- her customer had a point, maybe it’s time for her to stop drinking for a while. Taking the little bag from her customer, Bonnie hid it under her denim jacket and tried to act casually. A nervous sigh left her lips as her eyes met the stranger’s gaze, “You saw nothing.”

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lolabrink:

“I mean, you just can’t deny, that pretty much all the greatest bands were British— The Beatles, The Who, Led Zep, Stones, Floyd, Queen. I feel like we’ve had lots of great individuals in our music history, Clapton, Hendrix, Morrison… But bands were never our strong point.” Of course she would fall down this rabbit hole and go on a total non sequitur, something Lola couldn’t help doing even when the topic was seemingly totally unrelated. Clearing her throat, she shook her head, her way of an apology. “Anyway, you were sayin’?” 

“Cool point. I’ll keep that in mind.” Bonnie nodded as if she’s going to remember a word Lola has just said. Jeez, she loved talking, didn’t she? Not that Bonnie would mind usually but it’s hard to listen to the blonde when her head was pounding because of gazillion shots she’d had last night. “I was asking if you can find me a particular vinyl. Meet the Supremes by The Supremes -- obviously.”

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beau-britton:

         “Hey—no, no, sit. Sit! To Tinder dates that bite, to one star Uber ratings and having to walk five miles in the middle of coyote country in nothin’ but my skivvies and to Joe, Jo-Jo… Leave get out, right now—could’a sang that, sent me on my boot lickin’ way but here we are. So, have at a contribution, to me, or Joe, but know any contribution to me goes directly to Jo-Jo’s pockets. This Jo-Jo, not that now my age busty brunette singin’ about record label shame…she deserves it too though…So a two for one, what’ll it be? Anything goes!”

“Jesus, my lord you are truly drunk, aren’t you?” Bonnie let out a playful gasp as she took a better look of him. Everybody in Ormont knew about his family’s reputation, so given his family background, it wouldn’t be a total surprise if he was plastered or high -- or maybe even both. “I was going to the restroom to pee. Do you really want me to stay and pee in my pants? It’d be like, senior year all over again.”

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helenoftexarkana:

“Yeah, it does that a lot”, Helen reassured, tissue pressed against her nose. “No big deal. It will stop soon. No STD either, swear. It’s jus’ like, it’s thing. It likes to bleed from time to time and scare off my customers.” The average customer’s reactions ranged from indifferent to aroused. She stopped pressing, glancing down to examine the red, only for a moment. “Good thing I’m not wearing white, eh? I can’t because of this nonsense, and I love white.”

“A lot? Are you a member of one of those fight clubs where people are not allowed to talk about it? If that’s the case, you can open up to me. I’ll keep a secret.” Bonnie laughed. “Regardless to your point, you need a new shirt. Let me give you one, yours looks like a shit.”