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Feb. 6th, 2015 09:08 pm"Yer an idiot."
"Thanks a lot." Coach Calhoun rolls his eyes and sits down at his desk in the sports office. It's the end of a day that has been rather awkward. "You were the one who said the social told you to move on. I thought you meant you were, you know, ready."
"I didn't mean the two of us get drunk and bang behind a bar." Bonnie shakes her head.
"Oh don't act shocked." Calhoun says. "You're a biker. Like you never had casual sex before."
"If I was gonna have casual sex it would be with someone who showed me a damn sight more respect than you do!" Bonnie snaps.
"Well you can forget it now." he snaps back, walking out. "Thanks for making us both look stupid."
Bonnie watches him go, then sits down on the edge of the desk. So she did talk to him about trying to move on, but getting involved with someone again? Calhoun wasn't wrong, she's not been a stranger to casual sex - but that was thirty years ago. Would it make her feel more complete having that kind of affection?
Her eye falls on a picture of some of the kids she teaches, on the wall. Would she stand by and encourage any of them in this kind of thing?
As she gets up to leave she notices Calhoun's wallet on the floor, and picks it up. Looks from the licence like he lives a couple blocks away. Tempting as it is to leave it, it'd probably get stolen, so reluctantly she heads out to her bike to drop it off on her way home. With a roar of the motor she makes the journey in just a couple minutes, and goes up the drive to shove it through the mailbox.
As she is about to do so, the door is opened. A woman in her fifties, in a wheelchair, blinks up at her.
"Can I help you?" she asks.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was lookin' fer Calhoun's house."
"I'm Mrs Calhoun." the woman smiles tiredly. "He's not home yet. Would you like to come in?"
"Oh, no thanks, he just dropped his wallet at work. I'll see him there." Bonnie says, trying not to go red. She hands it over, then turns and goes down the drive, afraid to say another word.
She gets on the bike, and rides. She lets the bike roar out her anger. She rides out to railway bridge, one of the lines she and her father and Bill helped to build. And in the dark she stops, and listens to the quiet.
"Look at me, I am Bonnie,
Wandering indefinitely,
Denied my distress, and I'm now such a mess,
Does that define Bonnie?
Just to say, I'm not okay,
Never one to work that way,
Oh but what cost, to admit I am lost,
Such words I cain't convey..."
She revs up the bike again, and sets a change of course.
"I drink, and I swear,
And I cut short my hair
And no-one will make me regret!
Bill loved me for my most lovely flaws,
And that I should never forget!
As for you, the coach Calhoun,
You're not what I want to do!
Cheat if you must, I'm no object of lust!
I'm just biker Bonnie!
All my boys move on from me,
Damn well how it's meant to be!
If I don't like that, then I best get a cat,
Or two or even three..."
She stops down the bike outside the office building.
I'm not okay
But
I think I know how I could be
"Bonnie, you must start anew,
You know what you've got to do,
Hold your head high,
Take a deep breath
and cry..."
She strides up to the reception desk. A man in military uniform looks up at her.
"Can I help you ma'am?"
"I hope so." Bonnie says. "I'm looking for the last known location of William Alan Murdock. And I'm gonna need you to narrow it down further than 'the sea'."
"Thanks a lot." Coach Calhoun rolls his eyes and sits down at his desk in the sports office. It's the end of a day that has been rather awkward. "You were the one who said the social told you to move on. I thought you meant you were, you know, ready."
"I didn't mean the two of us get drunk and bang behind a bar." Bonnie shakes her head.
"Oh don't act shocked." Calhoun says. "You're a biker. Like you never had casual sex before."
"If I was gonna have casual sex it would be with someone who showed me a damn sight more respect than you do!" Bonnie snaps.
"Well you can forget it now." he snaps back, walking out. "Thanks for making us both look stupid."
Bonnie watches him go, then sits down on the edge of the desk. So she did talk to him about trying to move on, but getting involved with someone again? Calhoun wasn't wrong, she's not been a stranger to casual sex - but that was thirty years ago. Would it make her feel more complete having that kind of affection?
Her eye falls on a picture of some of the kids she teaches, on the wall. Would she stand by and encourage any of them in this kind of thing?
As she gets up to leave she notices Calhoun's wallet on the floor, and picks it up. Looks from the licence like he lives a couple blocks away. Tempting as it is to leave it, it'd probably get stolen, so reluctantly she heads out to her bike to drop it off on her way home. With a roar of the motor she makes the journey in just a couple minutes, and goes up the drive to shove it through the mailbox.
As she is about to do so, the door is opened. A woman in her fifties, in a wheelchair, blinks up at her.
"Can I help you?" she asks.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was lookin' fer Calhoun's house."
"I'm Mrs Calhoun." the woman smiles tiredly. "He's not home yet. Would you like to come in?"
"Oh, no thanks, he just dropped his wallet at work. I'll see him there." Bonnie says, trying not to go red. She hands it over, then turns and goes down the drive, afraid to say another word.
She gets on the bike, and rides. She lets the bike roar out her anger. She rides out to railway bridge, one of the lines she and her father and Bill helped to build. And in the dark she stops, and listens to the quiet.
"Look at me, I am Bonnie,
Wandering indefinitely,
Denied my distress, and I'm now such a mess,
Does that define Bonnie?
Just to say, I'm not okay,
Never one to work that way,
Oh but what cost, to admit I am lost,
Such words I cain't convey..."
She revs up the bike again, and sets a change of course.
"I drink, and I swear,
And I cut short my hair
And no-one will make me regret!
Bill loved me for my most lovely flaws,
And that I should never forget!
As for you, the coach Calhoun,
You're not what I want to do!
Cheat if you must, I'm no object of lust!
I'm just biker Bonnie!
All my boys move on from me,
Damn well how it's meant to be!
If I don't like that, then I best get a cat,
Or two or even three..."
She stops down the bike outside the office building.
I'm not okay
But
I think I know how I could be
"Bonnie, you must start anew,
You know what you've got to do,
Hold your head high,
Take a deep breath
and cry..."
She strides up to the reception desk. A man in military uniform looks up at her.
"Can I help you ma'am?"
"I hope so." Bonnie says. "I'm looking for the last known location of William Alan Murdock. And I'm gonna need you to narrow it down further than 'the sea'."
