From outside the door Clyde could hear a small scream and something hit the floor. He hoped the girl was alright. Then a thought ran through his mind. Maybe Clarence had called her to 'warn' her he was on his way and she was trying to 'escape'. If that was the case he wouldn't frighten her more by pursuing her.<br/><br/>Then he heard her sleepy southern voice call out.<span style="color: #E3A857">"Wait up!"</span>He smiled. He hadn't intended on waking her from sleep. But he still had to admit there was nothing cuter than a pretty woman's sleepy voice. He waited patiently at her door for her to answer.<br/><br/>As she opened the door she looked like she was ready to hit the floor. He would've caught her before that happened, but he didn't need to as she straightened herself out. But her appearance almost made<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">him</span></span>hit the floor!<br/><br/>He stared at her for a moment, unable to speak. He had to force his mind elsewhere. If he didn't and his body reacted to the thoughts running through his mind she'd have surely slapped him and called him a pervert. It was best he made sure that didn't happen. His mind shifted to a thought of a time when he, Clarence, and Buck were goofing off. Alcohol was involved and he still doesn't quite know how Buck ended up in a dress or how Clarence ended up fighting to free himself from Buck's lap, nor does he remember why it was so funny at the time, but the image itself of that was enough to keep the thoughts of Bonnie in check - at last for now.<br/><br/>Finally he spoke up.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Bonnie Parker?"</span>It was a stupid question. Of course it was her. He knew without a doubt this was the very same woman he had seen briefly on two separate occasions. But now that he was here and standing before her he had briefly forgotten what he wanted to talk with her about. Oh, that's right - Clarence.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat.<span style="color: #B7410E">"I'm here to speak with you. About Clarence... And yesterday..."</span>He knew she would remember it. Bearing witness to something like etches itself in the mind permanently.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Is there somewhere we can go to talk? Maybe I can buy you breakfast? My treat, your choice."</span><br/><br/>He didn't want to invite himself into her room. He wanted this to be as less threatening for her as possible. So a public place of her choice sounded like a good idea. He'd even be willing to take her car, a taxi, public transit, walk, whatever she felt comfortable with. He didn't want Bonnie to feel as though he was going to hurt her, though he knew she must have felt that for him to show up here looking for her.<br/><br/>He smirked at her.<span style="color: #B7410E">"I'll even wait out here while you... um... 'get ready'."</span>He motioned to her appearance, wondering if she was truly aware of how little she wore. Of course he didn't mind her appearance, not in the least. But if she wore any less then<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">no</span></span>thought of Buck in a dress would be able to stop his mind and body of<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">those</span></span>emotions.