Had Bonnie had her way, she still would have been in bed. Alas, pre-noon appearances had to be made. The theater manager had gone in yesterday to find some areas completely trashed. Bonnie would have loved to say what she had been thinking - a loud and clear neener bitch, not my problem - but this was not what good, sweet, helpful girls did. An appearance would have to be made.
Really, she was just going to see what of her shit had been destroyed.
She wasn't even there yet, and already, it was not going well. She'd avoided going out during the rain (um, hello, obvious reasons), and had been happy to see the sun this morning. And yet the second she opened the front door and stepped out of the safety of air conditioning, the humidity damn near bowled her over. Once again, she had come thisclose to telling the theater to shove it.
She needed a car of her own. Last month. She'd refrained in the past. A new car was too out of place for a fire-breather who worked two nights a week. A used car... Oh, honey, no. She had laughed at the thought. She was rethinking this now. She could deal with used and unsightly, as long as the AC worked. Humidity sucked, and beyond sucking, it was downright cruel to her hair.
Bonnie turned the corner onto South Hamilton, to see a man in the sidewalk a ways up. She raised an eyebrow behind large sunglasses, and would have ignored it. If the guy wasn't smoldering.
There was an initial moment of surprise, but when she took a few steps closer, she knew immediately he was an elemental. He was covered in soot and ash, and oh yeah - he didn't seem at all alarmed about fucking smoldering. Bonnie tried to guess as to whether he was dumb or high from a distance, until she was close enough to speak to him without yelling.
"Are you okay, darlin'?" Public Bonnie was always kind and helpful. Inner BJ's thoughts were far, far away. Pft. Noob.