At first she'd been indifferent to arriving here, there wasn't much left for her at home, after all, and no matter how hard she tried she constantly blamed the vampires for what had happened. She'd been upset enough at first to not care, but that hadn't lasted long. This was kidnapping, her Gran wouldn't have stood for it. Neither would she. Unfortunately, her Gran might have known what to do here, and Bonnie didn't.
The coffee shop was closing, if someone wanted juice or coffee, they'd have to go somewhere else. Bonnie was going to eat, and then going to bed. Because frankly it had been another boring day of harassment and she was drained. There was only so many times she could take someone asking her to take their hand and tell them what she felt off them. She never felt anything, they were people, normal humans, nothing overly different. Maybe she should take Sam and Cordelia's advice and start making things up.
When the door was locked and closed, Bonnie headed out and down the beach, heading toward the buffet for something to eat. She'd been dishing up a late supper when she heard the voice of her manager, and looked over her shoulder. Who he was talking to, she didn't know. Arching an eyebrow, she held her plate in one hand and walked over to his table, stopping just a few feet away.
"Are you really drinking alone and talking to nobody?" she asked, tilting her head. Despite his original post on the boards which had brought Bonnie to tears laughing, this guy wasn't that bad. Kind of crazy at times, but not horrible, despite what he called himself.