Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
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After the tent was up and sleeping bags rolled out, Bonnie sat beside the fire staring into the flames. She tried to figure out what their next plan was, what they could possibly do from here. She dropped her gaze to her hands, hands she washed numerous times but couldn't seem to get them clean. Bonnie killed a man. Yes, the may or may not have started a fire that cost a life that deserved to be taken, but... She shook her head, trying to clear it of these particular thoughts before pushing up from the ground to walk around to Clyde. Stepping behind him, she slipped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back, hugging him. "I'm sorry I got us into this."
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iece of shit plastic, off-brand hot-wheels Ford..." Clyde cursed, attempting to get the driver door of an 80's model F-150 to give into his will and click shut, but failing for the umpteenth time. A forced trade-in with a anonymous cousin for a getaway vehicle, Clyde had to say good-bye to his truck and put he and Bonnie to the woods in this wanna-be DJ, with its steadily thumping and creaking driver side door. A deaf dog would've had a meltdown. It was a miracle that door hadn't been entirely ripped from the hinges and left on the side of the highway.
Midst the grumbling and cursing of the menace that was a truck door, a set of arms wrapped around his waist, momentarily calming the grump. Hearing Bonnie's apology, Clyde looked over his shoulder, brows furrowed. "You?" The man began, turning in her grasp to face the woman. He pulled her into his own arms, gently hugging her. Not so much to bring pain to her fresh wounds. "You didn't get us into this. I was the one who could've kept it all from happening, and I didn't. Blame me, not you." Clyde spoke low, stroking a hand over her blonde curls.
He was adorable when grumpy, especially at an inanimate subject like their beat up truck. She adored it, personally. It was the truck that Durango and LeOna spent their teen years in. Poor thing needed to be retired. "Don't beat up this truck too much.. maybe when this all blows over we can get it fixed up," she spoke quietly into his back just before he turned around. She lifted her face to meet his gaze, leaning into his hand. "How could you have stopped all of it? You weren't responsible for that... I'm the one that.. bashed.. I shouldn't have hurt Connor. I don't know, it's just not fair for you, it's not fair for me..." Now they were on the run with no plans of what next. Bonnie slid her hands along his chest, just enjoying the touch, finding comfort in him being near.
"Hell, you might still be employed if it wasn't for me hitting on you," she teased him, though she did not regret their relationship at all. In fact, it was the best thing to happen to her. They were an odd couple - her the spitfire and him the laid back, nonchalant type. "We should probably think of aliases so we don't have to use our real names once we get where we're going. I can have NJ find someone to make us IDs so that they match our new aliases.."
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lyde snorted at the thought of fixing up the truck. "Would cost more to fix now than buy two of them new in the Eighties." He held no emotional attachment to the hunk of junk. If it were his own truck, thing's would be different... Meeting her gaze, Clyde fixed a look. "He'd be dead either way, by my hand preferably than yours, but no way of fixing that now. I have one on my hands already, and I've got two hands." Granted the first time wasn't by Clyde's doing, but it was framed that way. That's how it had to be treated.
In the end, no matter what was going to happen, Clyde would rather Bonnie see him put in a cop car than the other way around. She had family to go home to, a future in a career she was damn good at, born to do. Bonnie's tease sported a smirk from the man. "Pretty sure I pulled you in with my undeniable charm. You'd be mine regardless." He teased in return. "Hm. Jack and Diane. A fake cliche couple for an a real cliche couple." It was as terrible as it sounded, the idea.
"You're oh so confident, there, Daniels. Thinking I'd fall for your charm instead of your pretty face," she teased him, chuckling at the smirk he gave her. "I kinda like you, Daniels... Just a bit." She backed away from him a bit and took his hand in hers, leaning him back to the tent. "We should get out of the snow and under some covers before we freeze to death.. I don't think both of us can sleep in the truck, unless it had a camper shell." Maybe they should invest in one. Would make life simpler. Bonnie backed towards the tent, the snow started falling heavier now. It was going to be a cold night for them, but somehow they'd make it. "Jack and Diane? Why not John and June?" She teased him, laughing a little, "Or Sonny and Cher." Okay, she would never agree to that one. In fact, she was just thinking of using middle names with a made up last name. Something off the wall. "What about... Ann and Alex...Mc-something-or-another."
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lyde lazily chuckled as she led him to the tent. God, tent camping. As outdoorsy as he was, there was a reason man made mattresses. Sometimes Clyde would rather grab a cactus than sleep on the ground. The pain was comparable in their own miserable ways. And above all else, it was snowing. "Well a camper shell and a blow up mattress are on the shopping list. Homeless high-life style." The man joked as he unzipped the door and followed her into the two person tent.
For two tall people, things were immediately cramped. "Mc-f***-this-tent sounds accurate." Clyde grumbled, attempting to fix their makeshift pallet and pillows. Taking the side by the door, Clyde reached over Bonnie to turn on a small portable tent heater which sat halfway inside the back of the tent through a flap. Turning it on high, Clyde's faith in the device was nearly nonexistent. "Thing's hardly bigger than a rubix cube. How about that, Ann and Alex Rubix. Sounds like a superhero's alter-ego." The man grinned foolishly.
After Bonnie was settled on the blankets, and under them, she curled up against his side, laying her head on his chest. "Ann and Alex Rubix. I kinda dig it." She grinned up at him for a moment, "So Alexander Rubix... What's our story?" It would help to get that in order in case anyone asked questions about who they were, where they were from, how they met - all of that small talk shit. But it was important for some reason. Despite the little rubix heater put-puttin' along, the cold air did cut through the tent. She tried cuddling closer, but the movement caused her still fresh stitches to tug. The cold also had her ankle aching and throbbing, the metal pins holding her bones together weren't helping either. "Have I ever told you that I hate winter?"
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A'ight then." Clyde replied, confirming their new identities as he pulled the heavy comforter over himself, sharing with Bonnie. An arm wrapped under and around the woman as her head rested on his chest. He pulled the blanket up closer to their chins, partially covering Bonnie's head in a dome-like fashion. "Yet you like one-hundred degree temperatures." Clyde teased. It was damn cold. Although Clyde was raised in the snowy Tetons, he spent too much time in the hot humid South the last several years. It was going to take some getting used to again. What was a better way than diving headfirst and pitching a tent in it.
On the note of their new 'story,' Clyde exhaled a long breath. "Far as our story goes... I don't know, you can't pass for a travelling Bible-thumper." He smirked at the tent's ceiling, picturing Bonnie trying to fit into the role of a nun. One Halloween night came to mind. "Durango said somethin' about this being a horse town." He shrugged a shoulder, "Say we sold everything for you to come here and train horses. Blame our homelessness on you." Clyde teased, lightly pulling the woman closer to him in a hug.
"Hey, when it's a hundred degree weather, you can just jump in a lake, go skinny dipping, put up your hair, streak naked - all of the fun stuff to cool off, old man... In the winter? Not so much," she laughed at her own comment and snugged closer. He was like a heater himself. And very comfortable. Eventually, they'd get used to the weather, or she would. Eventually. Texas wasn't actually famous for their snow, unless it was a freak winter, just out of the blue or something.
Bonnie made a face at the idea of her being a Bible-thumper. Yeah, she believed in good, she was spiritual at times but she was no good girl that followed the bible like a rule book. In fact, she tossed those things out the window. Rule books, not bibles. "I'm not dressing up as a nun again, you perv," she teased him catching that smirk of his. "So leave one of the biggest ranches in Texas to work for a ranch in Montana. Sure, we came up here because the weather is better..." Sarcasm. Bonnie rolled her eyes at that, "So... okay, here me out. Maybe we dropped everything in Texas due to prices and economy and shit, to pursue a... dream of owning a restaurant or something up here. Like a bar."
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cold draft swept under the blanket as the tent shifted and rippled in the wind. "Damn kids and their summer breaks." Clyde grunted sarcastically, playing onto the old man comment. Ten years difference wasn't much of a gap. He wasn't driving when she was playing with Barbies. Then again, Bonnie wasn't the Barbie type. She was probably too busy being thrown off one of the ranch's mustangs. He'd bet on it.
Clyde frowned at her nun retort, sadden by the notion, then shrugged. "Some people like it cold." He replied sarcastically. The idea of running a bar made him snort. "You'd dry the bar up before we ever opened the doors, Rachael Ray." Clyde replied. "I can't picture you frying an omelette for someone, either. Unless it was me." A omelette sounded like a good idea now. There had to be a diner in town that served a good omelette. And a hotel next door with a bed and heater. Above the couple, the chilling night air whistled against the roof.
“Mm, you’re gonna be that old man that shakes his cane at the young whippersnappers…” she teased him. Bonnie slid a hand down his chest to slip under his shirt. Her cold fingers moved up his chest seeking warmth. There wasn’t a big gap in age, but he acted like an old man at times so she had to remind him he had more grays than she did and would be completely gray by the time she gets her first… Most of his grays would be because of her, yes.
“Hey. I didn’t say I was gonna cook. I just want to be a bartender. If I can’t be in the military, or work on the ranch… I’d be a bartender. In another life, I was a saloon gal,” she teased. “Wearing hiked up skirts and corsets. I bet my boobs looked ah-mazing…” She shivered a little when the breeze cut through the tent, but tried not to make a big deal out of it.
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he ticks of gray in his hair was something Clyde was still getting used to, though truthfully didn't mind to begin with. He'd still groan about it from time to time, blame Bonnie, but his father grayed around the same age. Not that Bonnie knew this, truthfully Clyde genuinely pointed a finger at the woman. She got a kick out of taking the blame and running with it, plus running her fingers all through it. Things seemed to have gotten heated since she found his first gray. There was no complaint in that.
Clyde took her reasoning and nodded in agreement, "I can see that, you being a saloon girl while I stand behind you with a revolver, waitin' on the first set of spurs that tried to poke you." His face would end up on a real wanted poster. Like it was now. Clyde had forgotten about that for a minute. "Can't really go running a bar in the middle of town with our faces on the wanted list, y'know. Alias is one thing, but I don't wear make up." Clark Kent couldn't loan is glasses. Granted they were hundreds of miles from home, the couple had more than one target on their backs. Twice the risk.
Bonnie liked to think it was her that gave him grays. She loved scraping her nails through the scruff, feeling it against her cheek, and other plays, she might add. Damn him. She wouldn’t admit this to him - ever - but he was pretty irresistible. Gray hairs and all.
“Ugh, Clyde… Why. I can’t fucking jump you right now and that’s kinda hot just thinking you’d be there to back me up or something. You with a gun? Attractive, baby.” she rolled onto her back for a moment, staring up at the tent as it shook with each gust of wind. He was right. They couldn’t have a bar that would draw attention to them. No matter how weird of an alias or how plain, they’d catch attention from the news, journalists. The works. “I can’t work on a ranch yet. I mean I could, but I’d pull stitches and end up in the ER, what excuse would I use for this gash in my side, or my busted ankle?” she asked him quietly, running her hands down her face. “Fuck, this sucks Clyde.”
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e clicked his tongue a couple times in a 'tough luck' manner. "Would make for more heat in here." He teased, musing out loud. But Bonnie was still healing from the crash, and Clyde knew the fresh metal wasn't giving her much of a break in this cold and the rubix cube of a heater wasn't putting out jack. In fact, it was getting colder.
Clyde remained quiet for a moment, staring at the ceiling some more. A slow sigh left him. This shit did suck, and it was the first of probably several nights. They had cash, but not enough to spend on a hotel every night. They were less likely to be spotted out here in the woods, also. There had been no word of wanted ads, no idea if their photos were circulating the news. The radio didn't cough up their names on the way up from Texas, but it didn't mean word was out yet.
"We'll come up with something, get you better. Go with the bar idea for now, if we're asked." A stronger wind picked up, pushing the side of the tent against the top of Clyde's head. The man cursed under his breath and looked over to Bonnie, his face partially blocked by the tent. "Let's get a room." With heat, not to mention a mattress. Especially a mattress.
“Your bones aching, old man?” she teased, but the truth was - her bones were aching. She sat up in the tent and nodded towards the door. “Let’s go.. just leave shit here and we’ll come back tomorrow. “Bonnie reached behind her to turn off the heater and started pulling on her boots. “A hot shower sounds nice… I’ll even let you change my bandage,” referring to her side. A hotel sounded a lot better, that’s for sure. A bed, blankets. Nudity. Who liked pajamas anyway? Not her. She wasn’t sharing bunks with others anymore. she could parade around in the nude if she wanted too. Just now out here in the cold with her nipples cutting class.
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hank the Lord they were out of this frozen hell hole. Clyde didn't hesitate to sit up and slip on his boots, except a moment from the creaking pain in his back. Maybe he was getting old... "Don't think we have to worry about our stuff. Except for the yeti, but we'll take the chance." Pulling the heater into the tent, Clyde zipped the flap shut and set it in the corner, careful not to let the warm metal touch the tent fabric.
Clyde gave a happy "Hmm" to the thought of sharing a hot shower. "You put 'hot shower' in a sentence with just about anything and I'll do it." The man teased as the exited the tent. An instant waft of freezing wind sent a shiver over him. "Let's go, Gunner." He piratically ordered, waiting for her to get out to zip the tent back up and climb into the truck.
Slamming the driver side door shut, Clyde turned the engine and cranked the heat. "We'll grab more supplies in the morning, on the way back." He commented, wrapping his arm around Bonnie at his side.
The drive to a motel was a long one. They had to keep the pace slow or the truck would skid and slide. When they finally arrived and booked a room, they jacked the heat up to get it warm so Bonnie would stop shivering. She sat in the middle of the bed with the blanket around her like an eskimo. “Tell me this is attractive and gets you going,” she teased him, chuckling softly. Until the room was toasty warm, she was’t going anywhere near that shower.
Bonnie got to her knees and crawled across the mattress to the foot of the bed. She opened the blankets from around her, reached out for Clyde’s hand and pulled him into her coccoon for blankets with her. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders she pulled him down to her level and kissed him quickly. “Feeling better now that we’re out of the snow?”
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oving about the room, trying to thaw his extremities more than seemingly organizing their over-stuffed overnight bags. Their toiletry bags were in on of them... somewhere... Tossing one large leather bag onto the edge of the bed, Clyde looked at Bonnie and smirked. "If I lifted your shirt up, would ice vend out?" He teased the Eskimo woman.
As Bonnie pulled him onto the bed, his arms braced against the bed, the woman between them. He gave into her pull and leaned down, returning her kiss. The springs in the queen sized mattress creaked and groaned under his weight. "Feel like the King of Motel 6." Clyde answered, hovering above her features, taking them in. Her cheeks were still red, like his own, but she looked good with them. "How's your side?" The man asked, referring to her wound. Sleeping on a real bed would help it, that plus the warmth. He wished they could make this their temporary home, but that would take Clyde getting a job and frankly they had only just arrived. No telling what or who was in town right now. But he'd figure out something, for Bonnie.
She laughed at his comment, “Yeah probably. And My nipples would cut glass, Im’ sure of it.” She ran her hands along his chest, slipping beneath the hem of his shirt. “My side is fine. Nothing a hot shower couldn’t fix.” Lies. It was inflamed and radiating enough heat to put their piece of shit rubix cube to shame. Her ankle ached like a mother fucker, but what was new?
She knew the risks that come with having sex at this very moment. Anything could happen, she’d be sore as hell and could over-exert herself. However, none of that shit mattered to her. Feeling his weight on her was more comforting than anything. “So we know the bed squeaks.. I wonder how loud..” she teased him. Bonnie leaned up and pressed her lips against his briefly. “Love you.”
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lyde wasn't convinced by Bonnie's answer, evident by the hard line on his lips. All this traveling, hiking through snow, 'fine' had to be pushing her pain tolerance's limit. Bonnie was a stubborn woman in more ways than one, but again, pain was in the top tier of things that made her head that much harder. She could get thrown in a corral, break a bone, and say she just landed on a thorn.
The thought of nagging her about the bandages came and went as she kissed him. His expression softened a tad. "Mm, you only love me for my money." He teased, sneaking the smallest evidence of a smirk as he returned a kiss to her. "But no breaking the bed tonight cause I'd break you with it." Hard to say, considering putting the springs to the test was about the only thing on his mind at the moment.
His expression was endearing and if one wasn’t looking hard enough, they wouldn’t know that he even had one. But she did. She moved her hand out from his shirt to trace his lips with the pad of her thumb, chuckling. “Keep looking at me like that and someone might think you have feelings or something, Daniels.” Of course, he liked people think he didn’t. He was pretty stoic when it came to being around other people but every now and then, she caught those smirks, or that softening in his expression. The way he kissed her - not to mention it made her toes curl.
His comment made her laugh and she dropped her hands to fold them behind her head, “Nah. Has nothing to do with your money. Just your looks, baby.” she teased, grinning broadly up at him. After a moment, she put her hands on his shoulders and shoved him off, moving quickly enough to make her stitches tug and ankle protest while she pinned him to the bed and straddled him. “You should be worried about me breaking you…” Bonnie leaned down and kissed him again, lingering for a moment longer than necessary before rolling off of him and heading for the shower. “Since you’re afraid of breaking me, though… I best take that shower alone..” Tease that she was, she stripped as she went and disappeared into the bathroom to start the shower.
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fter spending some much needed time underneath the hot water, the two managed to drag themselves out of the shower and back to the bed where they sprawled out beneath the sheets, appreciating the invention of the mattress. Lying on his stomach, Clyde had an arm lazily draped over Bonnie's chest as the other dangled halfway off the side of the bed. His hair was an unkept wet mess of a mop that he didn't plan on fixing tonight, which also included the thickening facial hair that was nearly graduated from a heavy 5 o'clock shadow to beard.
Exhaling a long sigh through a yawn, Clyde turned his head to Bonnie. "Think super glue will set that holder back against the wall?" He mused, regarding the ceramic soap holder in the shower that had at some point during the duration of running water had somehow come loose from the wall entirely. Somehow.
Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
