<div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The April Home:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s6.postimg.org/if9aq3of5/Clyde_Buck_s_Home.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div><br/><br/>Clyde chuckled slightly as Bonnie joked with him. To be honest, he did have a thing for the accent. And she was cute so she deserved to feel as such. Hell, she was more than cute. He was sure she could've given Aphrodite a run for her money if she wanted to. But at the mention of the 'family business' he full out laughed.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Yeah, Buck and I were never what you would call good boys. But my kind of life dates back all the way to my grandfather I guess you could say."</span>He didn't tell her the story. He would later if she asked.<br/><br/>As they drove she suddenly placed her hand on his knee, thanking him for what he had done. He placed his hand over hers.<span style="color: #B7410E">"No need for thanks. I didn't really <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">do</span></span> anything."</span>Of course he knew what she meant about the money at the bank. But he hadn't actually given it to her. He simply just gave her the opportunity and the option to take it if she so desired. But the fact she was thanking him told him she had taken it. It was good to know that this angel beside him had a bit of the devil in her as well.<br/><br/>He drove them into a rural area on the outskirts of town. The houses and places looked like a cross between down-home country and 'wrong side of the tracks'. He drove up a dirt road and came to a quaint red house surrounded by trees. He parked the car and got out before going around on her side to open her door for her.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Come on. I'll introduce you."</span>He offered her his hand.<br/><br/>As they walked in the front door there was already the smell of coffee as well as other pleasant scents. The TV was on in the living room across from the kitchen. As he walked into the kitchen there was an older lady standing by the sink, mixing a bowl of batter by hand as she stared at the TV. A bowl of freshly picked strawberries was sitting on the sink. And slumped over at the kitchen table wa Buck, holding his head as he was trying to stop a pounding headache.<br/><br/>Clyde mouthed the words 'he's drunk' to Bonnie as he pointed in Buck's direction. He walked in the kitchen and, picking up a book from a nearby counter, dropped it on the table in front of Buck from as high as he could lift it. The man screamed and jerked up straight as he jumped. Then he glared at his now laughing sibling.<span style="color: #8C92AC">"Dammit, Clyde!"</span>He groaned.<br/><br/>Clyde, still trying to control his laughter, finally managed to ask.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Where's Blanche?"</span>Buck, without looking up, pointed in the direction of the room he shared with his fiance. The fact he was out here meant she was still pissed.<br/><br/>Clyde left his brother alone then made his way over to the older woman who was now concentrating on her task. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Mom, Buck. This is Bonnie. She'll be joining us this morning."</span>He motioned to Bonnie.<br/><br/>Buck looked up. His half-drunk mind trying to place where he might have seen the girl before. The only thing he could think was the robbery. But nah, that couldn't be it. He was just too drunk to think straight right now.<br/><br/>Mrs. April looked the girl over as she continued mixing. "So tell me, Bonnie. Are you a lion tamer?"<br/><br/>Clyde laughed.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Mom, of course she's not! Why would you ask that?"</span><br/><br/>The woman huffed. "She'd have to be if she's hanging around with you. if not G*d help the poor girl. She'd be eaten alive. She then turned her attention back to Bonnie. "It's alright, dear. You'll learn soon enough."<br/><br/>Clyde swiped a couple of strawberries from the bowl, moving his hand just before his mother could whack it with her wooden batter-covered spoon. "Now stay out of those! That's for the pancakes!" He laughed as he tossed one to Bonnie and ate the other, savoring the taste of the freshly picked fruits.<br/><br/>At the mention of food, Buck looked ready to vomit. He grumbled as he stood up, gripping the table for balance as he shut his eyes trying to get the room to stop spinning.<span style="color: #8C92AC">"I'm gonna go beg my way back into bed."</span>He walked past Bonnie and Clyde shot her an 'I told you so' look in regards to his brother's height. He then stole four more strawberries from the bowl before his mother got him again.<br/><br/>"Clyde! Now I warned you! Always have to be thievin' somethin'! Go on! Get!" She showed him out of her kitchen. He handed Bonnie two of the ill-gotten strawberries and kept two for himself.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Through the trees out back is an old barn. Come on, I'll show it to you."</span>He led her out of the kitchen, comfortable with having her in his home, much more so than he thought he would be. But maybe up at the old barn they could get away from the commotion of the house until breakfast was ready - and maybe he could get to spend some time alone with this sweet Southern belle.