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[is_the_motion]

It's been a... very difficult day.

Finally, everyone is safe, and in bed, and sleeping. Except Bonnie, who got up again just to make sure the door is totally locked this time, because apparently nobody locked the door when they left the house this morning.

She got the feeling she wasn't going to get much sleep at home, and you can't leave people much safer than in stopped time, so she makes her way back into the bar. She's all cleaned up, and tries to show no signs that her arm is killing her as she makes a beeline straight across the bar to the stairs and up to her room.

Once up there, she sits in the armchair and puts her head in her hands. Hell, what a day.

Her foot catches against something on the floor. She reaches down and pulls the bottle forward, looking at it.


[ooc: Catch her in the main bar or follow her upstairs - not locked but if your pup doesn't know her well they may not get much out of her.]

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is one chair over, playing his harp.

"Is there any trouble?"

[is_the_motion]

"Yeah." Bonnie hesitates by the stairs.

"My husband got shot. He's gonna be okay, but we don't know who did it, and that's real scary."

[ostro_goth]

"No suspicion, even?"

[is_the_motion]

"Oh, lots of suspects." Bonnie says. "We just don't know yet who did it. They didn't have enough evidence to arrest anyone."

[ostro_goth]

"Who is they?" Teja asks.

[is_the_motion]

"The cops." Bonnie says. "Bunch of suspects, but they haven't got the answer yet."

[ostro_goth]

"Who would you think did it?" Teja asks.

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie sits down.

"It could be a rival biker we recently upset, Picket. It could be Turtle's ex-wife, Cassandra, though Ted said he saw a man. Ted was holdin' the gun when I got home, though he says it was in defence, but it matches the one used to shoot Turtle - his own weapon. Stuart ain't got no alibi neither. Then there's my sister-in-law, Lucy, who has some issues, but I don't think she'd hurt nobody."

[ostro_goth]

"Who is Ted?"

[is_the_motion]

"Stuart and Ted are my foster kids. I'm pretty sure Ted saved both our lives today, not that he was the shooter."

[ostro_goth]

"Then whom did Ted see -- a man, you say?"

[is_the_motion]

"Ted has identified Picket as the other man." Bonnie says. "But we can't tie him to the scene, and the cops pointed out that Ted knows he has a fued with us. Also, Picket has an alibi."

[ostro_goth]

"But he wasn't alone?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor knocks quietly on the door to Bonnie's room once she's had a little while to settle in. "Bonnie? It's me, Autor. Are you all right?"

[is_the_motion]

Crap.

Some see life as a glass half full, others as a glass half empty. At present, the glass is fully empty, but it really hasn't done very much, which just makes falling off the wagon embarrassing.

Bonnie tucks the bottle back under the chair, ducks into the bathroom for a mouthful of mouthwash, and then goes to answer the door.

"Hey." She says. "Do you want to come in?"

[herr_bookman]

"Sure," Autor says, looking her over. "What happened to you? You seemed distressed downstairs."

[is_the_motion]

"Turtle got shot. He's gonna be okay, but we don't know who did it." Bonnie says, sitting down on the sofa. "And I got glass in my arm."

Also a bullet, but she's not sure Autor is ready to hear that yet.

[herr_bookman]

Autor's eyes widen as he stands before her. He glances to her arm and furrows his brow. "Turtle was shot? That's awful. How'd you get glass in your arm?"

[is_the_motion]

"Someone shot through the front door." Bonnie says. "It's lucky I ducked to get my keys..."

[herr_bookman]

Autor frowns fiercely. "Bonnie," he says. "What happened to the bullet?"

[is_the_motion]

"It... it maybe went through my arm, I mean, I never found anything but glass in it but there was an exit wound..."

Wait a minute.

There were two shots, but only one went through the door. If Ted fired, as he said, towards the kitchen to try and make the other gunman not see her through the door, that means the one that went through her arm came from a different gun... a gun that might tie someone else to the scene.

[herr_bookman]

Autor rests a hand on his forehead, glancing away for a moment. "But you're all right now?" he says. "Do you know if they were aiming at you or was it just unlucky?"

[is_the_motion]

"It hurts but it'll be okay, nothing major broken." Bonnie reassures him, staring straight ahead into space.

She's not sure about that last question. "Depends who was shooting." she says vaguely.

[herr_bookman]

"You at least got it looked at, right?" Autor says, looking over her with concern. "How are the kids holding up? And Lucy?"

[is_the_motion]

"Yeah I did." Bonnie says. "It'll be okay."

Her arm is throbbing, though the alcohol perhaps took the sting off that at least.

"Ted, I think saved our lives, except the cops think he did it because he's the only person proven to have shot the gun. Stuart's a suspect too, so's Lucy. Terry didn't say much, she didn't witness any of it at least. And Billie's fast asleep at home, safe where time is stopped. I came here because I needed to calm down a bit."