Bonnie had just placed her drink order, something far girlier than she cared for, but with just enough alcohol in it so that she didn't feel like she was drinking kool-aid. Nice girls didn't shoot whiskey in public, though damn, did she wish they did. It wasn't so bad tonight though. She wasn't out to get wrecked, just... experience. She was open to whatever the night had in store for her. And then she heard a voice nearby, and she looked up to see if he was talking about her. She smiled brightly upon learning that he was.
And he was pretty. Like, the kind of pretty you had to shell out nine bucks for to see in a movie, pretty. If you didn't sneak in the side door, anyway. Small detail! Every day was Christmas. Her smile brightened as she turned toward him. "Aren't you sweet," she said. "Thank you. I'm Bonnie."