no way I'm disco dancing
Characters: Bonnie and Face
Setting/Location: Hallway outside the washroom
Date & Time: Day 62, late afternoon
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Bonnie waits for laundry to soak and possibly tries out some new moves on Face
It was always a relief when they stopped in a new town and Bonnie was able to go hunting. Now that she wasn't feeding on Face, she was only left with Cassandra and Bonnie didn't want to take advantage of Cassandra's generosity--not to mention that she didn't want to injure her friend. It was always a relief to go hunting, and now that she had Damon with her, it was a lot less boring too.
She'd just returned from a hunt and was feeling awake and content, if a little restless. There just wasn't anything to do around here! Out of utter boredom, she'd decided to wash the few pieces of clothing she owned. Now, she was dressed in a blue button-down shirt she'd found, wearing the sleeves rolled up. Based on how the shirt nearly fell to her knees, she guessed it had belonged to a man. At the moment, she leaned against the door outside of the laundry room, hoping to escape the steam as her clothes soaked. With a bored expression, she tossed a ball from hand to hand to hand, singing "Hey Jealousy" under her breath.
Goodness, what she wouldn't give for a Walkman.
Setting/Location: Hallway outside the washroom
Date & Time: Day 62, late afternoon
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Bonnie waits for laundry to soak and possibly tries out some new moves on Face
It was always a relief when they stopped in a new town and Bonnie was able to go hunting. Now that she wasn't feeding on Face, she was only left with Cassandra and Bonnie didn't want to take advantage of Cassandra's generosity--not to mention that she didn't want to injure her friend. It was always a relief to go hunting, and now that she had Damon with her, it was a lot less boring too.
She'd just returned from a hunt and was feeling awake and content, if a little restless. There just wasn't anything to do around here! Out of utter boredom, she'd decided to wash the few pieces of clothing she owned. Now, she was dressed in a blue button-down shirt she'd found, wearing the sleeves rolled up. Based on how the shirt nearly fell to her knees, she guessed it had belonged to a man. At the moment, she leaned against the door outside of the laundry room, hoping to escape the steam as her clothes soaked. With a bored expression, she tossed a ball from hand to hand to hand, singing "Hey Jealousy" under her breath.
Goodness, what she wouldn't give for a Walkman.