"Come on you stupid- fucking thing- GET IN THE TRASH!" The young raspy voice cursed in the alleyway behind Saints And Sinners, finally flipping the heavy plastic lid up and dropping a rather suspicious and heavy looking trash bag into the dumpster with a loud thud. Bonnie was never good at hiding her meals, but this time she actually put effort into trying. Trying is the key word here. Who knows how she didn't get maimed last time she tried to do this, leaving a dead body at a now crime scene in the suburbs of college town was probably not her smartest move. Yet somehow, she got away with it. Bo was charming if not oblivious. She made sure to at least chop it up this time, and stuffed the bag with an assortment of drywall and leaves. Just in case someone pokes at it. 

Her red eyes gazed into the dumpster, squinting. She fixed the beanie on her head and jumped up onto the side with surprising ease, reaching her foot in to sort of jostle the garbage around. A crooked smile spread as Bo admired her handywork. 

"That'll do pig." She chuffed, then jumped back down, the top of the bin causing her to flinch as it closed loudly. She winced, looked around, [i]hope no one saw that[/i], then shrugged. 

Bonnie was still getting used to this whole vampire thing, it was actually more fun than she had thought. Staying up all night, skating all night, drinking people's blood, it was pretty cool in her books. She leaned up against the wall, near the back door to the bar, and pulled out a cigarette. A frown appeared, noticing she was running low on cigs. Jostling her pockets for her wallet provided nothing else helpful, she was pretty low on cash too. Bo scoffed, a puff of smoke escaping her lips. 

That's when she heard the fighting, furniture falling on the floor was loud but, those vampire ears of hers know a good bar fight when she heard one. Bonnie quickly peeked inside as some patrons left the door open, pushing her dirty blonde hair out of her face to get a better look. "Holy shit dude.." She chuckled, her fists balled up like a giddy school girl watching the fight. She had no context but Bo didn't care. At least until the two involved started chatting, that's when she was able to pick up more information. She attempted to get herself through the door, trying not to fall flat on her ass at the same time, though she was anything but stealth as she picked up one of the fallen chairs to sit on. 

"Bro that was fuckin' sick! Well, for a bar fight anyways. Better then the petty ass shit those groms in college town could muster." She cackled with the enthusiasm of a surfer dude straight off the coast of california. Bonnie rarely gave an introduction, but she was here now, snubbing her cigarette out on the back of her hand.