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[guns_and_coffee]

Who: Ianto and Bonnie
What: Hanging out in the dark, like the cool kids
When: Saturday night, or, technically, very early Sunday morning
Where: Some walkway between the worldwalker embassy and Ianto's flat

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[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie was walking back to her apartment, feeling very smug about herself. Why hadn't she ever thought to do this back when she lived at home? She would never have had to work, she could have just gone around convincing people to lend her small amounts of money. She didn't want to rob people, of course. That would have been wrong. She just wanted them to give her small donations, enough to buy herself some new clothes and some pillows and a nice rug. Maybe a drink now and then. Just enough for the basic necessities, that was all.

Demons were easy target, she'd discovered. If she could convince them that she might be interested in a night together, it wasn't hard at all to influence them to give her some dremlins. And why would she need to actually go through with the sweaty stuff if she could just make them believe that they were tired and wanted to get some sleep? Besides that, she still preferred to take it from them, rather than the other worldwalkers. They'd all had to come here with empty pockets too.

But the absolute best part, the part that made her the most self-satisfied, was that no one would have ever suspected it of her, with her tiny frame and huge brown eyes and her mass of red curls that covered up a pixie-like face. Bonnie knew exactly just how innocent she looked. And she'd learned just how to use that for her benefit.

She was examining her newly won dremlins in her hand as she rounded the corner when WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM, she had run into someone, fallen over, and her money had gone flying to the ground.