Clyde finished his drink. He could hear the worry and concern Clarence had. His sigh said it all. But if it was worry for him or for the girl he wasn't sure. He smirked at the man on the mention of coffee.<span style="color: #B7410E">"You do that, old man."</span>He finished his drink. Granted, Clarence was around his age, but the man still had him by at least a few months and he never let him forget it.<br/><br/>He half grinned as he heard the man humming. Making coffee and humming without a care in the world. Sometimes he wished he had Clarence's life, maybe settle down a little. But deep down he knew if he tried it wouldn't last. It would only serve to bore him to death. His life may have not been ideal, but it certainly wasn't mundane.<br/><br/>Clyde smiled as Clarence gave him the girl's last name.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Bonnie Parker. Nice to have a name finally to go with a face."</span>And it was a face that had been in his mind since the robbery. It had to be fate running into her there. He didn't believe much in coincidences.<br/><br/>He took the mug of coffee handed to him and bummed a cigarette. He lit up and then took a sip of coffee. He hoped it would sober him up. He peered over his mug at Clarence as the man mentioned Bonnie being strapped for cash.<span style="color: #B7410E">"She's not now."</span>He didn't know why he'd said it, he probably shouldn't have. G*d he really needed to sober up.<br/><br/>He puffed on the cigarette. He laughed at the man's warning.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Relax. I'm not going there to get involved with her. I just want to talk to her."</span>That was true. Of course, if something<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">did</span></span>happen he wouldn't stop it. He was only human after all and the woman was an angel. Who could resist that?