#* bunny.

when bonnie shows up at jack’s apartment, there’s only one lock that clicks before the door opens, which should be warning enough that it isn’t jack on the other side. ‘ she’s running.’  

she slams a shot from a stained glass, then fills it right back up again.

"the helmet's not, like, a magneto thing, right. i can still, like," she lifts a hand, wiggles her fingers, "get on in there."

"well, ain't this a pickle." squints one eye, 'cause she's had too much whisky to see straight through two.

guns pointed at each other, nobody willing to relent. goes that way, sometimes. goes that way often, if you're bunny greene.