<div style="text-align: justify;">Clarence was still really nervous. It all seemed wrong to him. Clyde wasn't the kind of man who used to overdrink. So, something was clearly out of place. Clarence wondered if it was the women he had killed. But for some reason, it didn't seem to be that. No, something else was happening to his friend. And Clarence had every intention of finding out what it was. That, and keeping Clyde in there. He obviously wasn't in a condition to drive out the house without killing himself or anyone else.<br/><br/>Clarence was silent while Clyde prepared them the drinks. His mind was working on overtime. What the hell did Clyde want so late? Taking his drink, Clarence took a long sip and waited. There wasn't much that he could do until Clyde decided to speak. <br/><br/>His questioning about the girl made Clarence blink. Bonnie? Clyde was in his house, dead drunk, late at night, to talk about... Bonnie. Taking another long sip, Clarence shook his head. "Bonnie. Why the hell are you interested?". Despite his question, Clarence's voice sounded only concerned.<br/><br/>The worst thing that could happened was for those two to hook up. Bonnie's temper and Clyde's behavior, that was a bomb waiting to blow up. And Clarence suspected that was exactly what Clyde wanted with her. Hell, Clarence himself had entertained the idea once or twice. But nothing had come of it, exactly because he knew Bonnie.<br/><br/>"There's nothing to tell you about her. She's just some girl I know", Clarence finally completed after a long silence.</div>