If Bonnie had ever dreamed about coming to New Orleans, this was not how she wanted to go about doing it. But here she was, stuck in this city and unable to get out. With people arriving all of the time, the excitement was probably only just starting. She had been outside of the crowed where another person had arrived, but it had been hard to miss the woman, and the police office who looked like he belonged in the next Zombie Blockbuster. She had come out of one of the stores she had been browsing not long after they had passed.
Something wasn't right. The young witch watched them for a time before moving forward when the woman ducked into a jazz club. Bonnie walked right toward the police officer, eying him suspiciously. One brush with her across the cops almost had her staggering in shock. She'd never felt anything like it, and it was making her skin crawl.
Whoever the hell that woman was, if she had done this to the man, she was powerful to the point it made Bonnie ill. If she was smart, she'd run for it. But when was the last time Bonnie walked away from a dangerous situation, even if her brain was telling her to?
Instead she went into the club not a minute after the woman did. It was loud, and it was busy. That seemed to be the typical New Orleans jazz club mode. It made her miss the Grill. At least she could walk in there and recognize all the faces, even if she didn't know them all personally. Perks of a small town. She had to stand on her tip toes, and still had a hard time seeing the faces. But at last she found the woman who had been with the Officer. She took a few minutes to watch the woman, trying to judge the best way to deal with this - other than running.
Taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves, the witch pushed her way through the crowed toward the woman, determined to find out what was going on and, if possible, help that poor man outside.