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Sep. 6th, 2015 09:55 pm"Right, what is it?" Turtle asks, having collared Bonnie at home one evening. "Are you sick?"
"What do you mean?" Bonnie asks, caught off guard by the biker cop appearing in her workshop.
"You been actin' weird fer weeks." Turtle says, sitting on a work bench. "And now I hear you ain't lettin' us throw you a birthday party with the gang. We always throw you a birthday party."
"I'm just gonna have a quiet night with Lucy and the boys." Bonnie says.
"Which is fine, but come on, what's goin' on?" Turtle persists. "I know yer tryin' not to drink. You got an ulcer or somethin'?"
Bonnie looks at the bike she's working on. Damn it, is it obvious to everyone? Is there something they can see about her that tells them that she has a secret all of a sudden?
"Somethin' like that yeah." she admits. "It'll get better if I can cut down. Findin' it harder than I thought."
"Course you are." Turtle shrugs. "You been drinkin' fer thirty years, Bonnie. Ain't gonna change overnight. I found that out when I stopped."
Bonnie pauses and looks round. This is news to her; last she knew Turtle had been drinking as much and as long as she had. Heck, he was one of the first bikers she made friends with, and there was more than one night of drunken intimacy before she settled down with Bill.
"You stopped completely? When?"
"Couple years back." Turtle says. "Nothin' in my hip flask with any alcohol in these days. I started gettin' stomach pains so I had to stop. None of the Iron Scorpions even noticed. But it took a lot of work."
"You're about to tell me to go to the AA, ain't you?" Bonnie says. "I ain't an alcoholic, I just drink too much, Turtle."
"It worked for me. But first of all, you should tell yer family yer quittin'." Turtle says. "So's they ain't expectin' you to carry on."
Bonnie rolls her eyes, but does agree to go with him inside and gathers up Lucy and the boys. Given that it is the evening, it does at least mean that Ted is out of bed.
"Bonnie's got somethin' to tell you." Turtle says, leaning against the dresser when they're all sat in the living room.
"I'm givin' up drinkin'." Bonnie says. "Except fer special occasions. Fer health reasons."
"And?" Ted asks, after a moment.
"And I'm not an alcoholic. I just been drinkin' fer a long time." Bonnie reiterates.
"We know that." Lucy says.
"It's not like living with John and Jean." Stuart says. "We never saw either of them not intoxicated the last few years, and we haven't even seen you drunk yet."
"Yeah, you just drink like a guy rather than a girl." Ted says. "If you weren't short, it wouldn't be a big deal."
"We'll get rid of the beer." Lucy says, with a trace of relief. "And that home made current wine that makes us both tipsy when we uncork it."
"There, was that so bad?" Turtle says, as the boys disperse back to do their homework and not do their homework respectively.
"No." Bonnie admits. "I'm still not goin' to AA."
"What do you mean?" Bonnie asks, caught off guard by the biker cop appearing in her workshop.
"You been actin' weird fer weeks." Turtle says, sitting on a work bench. "And now I hear you ain't lettin' us throw you a birthday party with the gang. We always throw you a birthday party."
"I'm just gonna have a quiet night with Lucy and the boys." Bonnie says.
"Which is fine, but come on, what's goin' on?" Turtle persists. "I know yer tryin' not to drink. You got an ulcer or somethin'?"
Bonnie looks at the bike she's working on. Damn it, is it obvious to everyone? Is there something they can see about her that tells them that she has a secret all of a sudden?
"Somethin' like that yeah." she admits. "It'll get better if I can cut down. Findin' it harder than I thought."
"Course you are." Turtle shrugs. "You been drinkin' fer thirty years, Bonnie. Ain't gonna change overnight. I found that out when I stopped."
Bonnie pauses and looks round. This is news to her; last she knew Turtle had been drinking as much and as long as she had. Heck, he was one of the first bikers she made friends with, and there was more than one night of drunken intimacy before she settled down with Bill.
"You stopped completely? When?"
"Couple years back." Turtle says. "Nothin' in my hip flask with any alcohol in these days. I started gettin' stomach pains so I had to stop. None of the Iron Scorpions even noticed. But it took a lot of work."
"You're about to tell me to go to the AA, ain't you?" Bonnie says. "I ain't an alcoholic, I just drink too much, Turtle."
"It worked for me. But first of all, you should tell yer family yer quittin'." Turtle says. "So's they ain't expectin' you to carry on."
Bonnie rolls her eyes, but does agree to go with him inside and gathers up Lucy and the boys. Given that it is the evening, it does at least mean that Ted is out of bed.
"Bonnie's got somethin' to tell you." Turtle says, leaning against the dresser when they're all sat in the living room.
"I'm givin' up drinkin'." Bonnie says. "Except fer special occasions. Fer health reasons."
"And?" Ted asks, after a moment.
"And I'm not an alcoholic. I just been drinkin' fer a long time." Bonnie reiterates.
"We know that." Lucy says.
"It's not like living with John and Jean." Stuart says. "We never saw either of them not intoxicated the last few years, and we haven't even seen you drunk yet."
"Yeah, you just drink like a guy rather than a girl." Ted says. "If you weren't short, it wouldn't be a big deal."
"We'll get rid of the beer." Lucy says, with a trace of relief. "And that home made current wine that makes us both tipsy when we uncork it."
"There, was that so bad?" Turtle says, as the boys disperse back to do their homework and not do their homework respectively.
"No." Bonnie admits. "I'm still not goin' to AA."
