Clyde could hear the concern in Clarence's voice. This whole situation was certainly unusual. It was also obvious by the man's answer that he wasn't too keen on him asking about the girl. But at least he had a name to go with the face. He stared down at his drink.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Bonnie."</span>He didn't know why he had repeated the girl's name. Maybe to see just what it sounded like to say it he supposed.<br/><br/>He took a sip.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Bonnie."</span>He liked the sound of it and the way it felt to say it. It was kind of like eating something sweet that somehow turned into something spicy, like a chocolate glazed habanero. But how was he going to get Clearance to tell him more about her?<br/><br/>He took another sip.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Does Bonnie have a last name? Or is she one of those girls like Cher or Madonna?"</span>He smirked. Granted, both singers were before his time, but he'd listened to his mother's music a time or two.<br/><br/>He didn't want to have to lie to Clarence to get information. It wasn't his thing. But on the other hand he also didn't want to have to burden his friend by telling him that he and Buck just robbed a bank where he killed a couple of people and Bonnie was there to witness it. The man wasn't stupid. He was sure if he saw it on the news or read about it in the paper the next morning he could put two and two together. But he certainly didn't need to hear it directly from the horse's mouth so to speak. He was sure that was more than his friend could handle.