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*