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[is_the_motion]

[oom: Liquor and poor judgement. Warning for nudity and discussion of sex.]

It has not been one of Bonnie's more sensible evenings.

At present she is in a corner of the bar, gingerly applying a bag of ice to her right ankle, which has swollen up rather impressively.

If she finds herself the centre of gossip Monday morning at school, someone is going to find all the wheels removed from their car when it comes to home time.

Comments

[is_the_motion]

"Sure will." Bonnie nods. "Though if anything did happen to me, I got arrangements with Alvin to make sure his biological parents don't rob him."

[street_sparrow]

"...are they likely to try?"

It sounds horribly familiar.

[is_the_motion]

"They did once already. Unfortunately fer me Ernest was fostered, not adopted - because his grandma, who was his legal guardian, was still alive, just very frail. When she died she left him a trust fund to be paid out monthly which is how he lives independently. His parents, who abandoned him as a baby, suddenly got interested, and tried to get back in. I had to go to court, very messy, but now he cain't withdraw more than fifty dollars in a go without me counter-signin' it."

[street_sparrow]

"Good." He scowls. "Parents like that... I'm glad he had you to stop them. And Alvin."

[is_the_motion]

"Alvin's a good boy." Bonnie says. "He's about the same age as Ernest so they've thought of each other as brothers a long time."

[street_sparrow]

"I know how that goes", Gavroche says with a nod. "My sister was the only one really looked out for me until I met Courfeyrac and the others."

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie nods.

"Not all my boys are close - I mean, lot of them never lived together in the first place. But it's good they have each other."

She sighs. "Anyhow, I think I should go sleep off the alcohol. Thanks Gavroche."

[street_sparrow]

"Any time. Sleep well, Bonnie."