"I hope you can manage tonight. I've got a hot date," Bonnie states. She holds up a few different sets of earrings to her ears trying to decide which ones were right for the occasion.
"We're out of requisition slips for requisition slips," Bonnie reports with a slight grin. "Isn't that ironic?" Its a rhetorical question; one she doesn't necessarily require an answer to.
Allowing her turquoise hues to study the other, she asks, "do you know anything about this?"
The shallow, pale halo of light emitted by a single bulb wasn't enough to clearly define the figure standing outside of the Foundation's gate. Finding this slightly alarming at such a late hour, Bonnie ventures haphazardly forward to investigate. "Hey? Are you lost or something?"
Bonnie stared at the other curiously, “what do you mean…. you've been arrested?” She had a feeling this explanation ought to be good enough to win a prize of sorts.
Wary hues of turquoise study the other with alarm etched into every coil and fleck. A heavy sigh is expelled from her lungs. "Listen..." Her voice tense with worry. "I don't think this is a good idea."