Bonnie Spencer

*gives you a timid smile* B-Bonnie. Bonnie Spencer. *looks at you, nervously awaiting the next question*

Right, yer real name?

*frowns just slightly before remembering that it’s not polite* *goes faintly pink* That is my real name. *doesn’t understand why you would question her when she has no reason to lie* *and wouldn’t lie, even if she did have a reason*

Shoa . . . age?

T-twenty. *clears her throat, looking rather embarrassed at the slight squeak in her voice*

Appearance? *gives you a once over and smirks*

*goes red* *feels undressed* *squirms slightly and wraps her jacket more closely around her* Um . . . I . . . I’m short. Blonde. I have a lot of freckles? *is painfully shy, doesn’t appreciate the smirk or the interview* *is about 5’1”, maybe 5’2”, with wavy, shoulder-length, dark blonde hair, and tons of freckles* *would be quite cute if she wasn’t so timid and nervous all the time*

What's yer story?

Story? *blushes nervously* I don’t…know what you mean. *tips her head and looks at you* *feels really stupid, just wishes this was over*

Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?

*confused* I don’t talk to many animals . . .

Single tanight, or datin'?

*is so very red* *quickly, hoping you’ll move on* S-single.

Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.

*shakes her head quickly* *would never own a weapon* *wouldn’t have the faintest idea what to do with it, and wouldn’t understand why she would need it in the first place* *is very trusting of everyone* *doesn’t realize that there are people out there who would hurt her, when they have no real reason to* *and wouldn’t give anyone a reason*

What's yer game?

*softly* I don’t know any. I only serve drinks here.

Anythin' else we should know?

*shakes her head quickly* *hopes this means the interview is over*