Snippet #2371939

Bojangles was having a wonderful time. It appeared Kat was too, she was smiling and so was he. Maybe this would last? His hopes were denied when she slowly shut down. Her arms dropped to her side, her fingers were twitching- Bojangles knew something was wrong. Kat leaned to him, saying she needed a drink. He was glad that he wasn't the problem, but he still wanted to be the solution. It worried him that she didn't feel well.

He followed her to the bar, though people didn't brush out of the way so easily for him. Bojangles went straight for Kat- well almost. He was certain to make a stop and get his applesauce while he was it. Conner was there now, and so was Nizhoni. Bojangles had come back in time to hear two tramps conversing with then. "You are just as tall as Mr. Conner." Bojangles had always poked fun with Drew and Conner on their height- he wasn't that much taller then them, and that's why he did it. Just for the irony. "Yea, lucky you. You managed to find two midgets at a bar. Now there's a nice joke..." He bent over and scooped up his bottle, leaving Conner and Drew with one last remark. It was more over directed at Drew, as he swatted his arm since he didn't really know how well Conner would take it. "Remember, hide the evidence. Tie that bag up real tight, and they won't find a trace. You know, I've been thinking too. With rape-murder, you rape then murder, and it's two charges. But, if they're dead, they can't consent anyway, so you'll just be charged with murder. Or, better yet, just wait for jumpers. If it's suicide, then you won't even get anything! It'd just be a free ride."

A few had overheard Bojangles and their mouths were dropped, and eyes glared in disappointment. "What?" Disregarding their glances, he returned to Kat. Being careful not to get on the wrong side of her, he put his arm across her back and on her side. "Hey, you alright?" Bojangles lowered his voice, to a more gentle tone. He hoped she'd see that he cared, and not decide to attack him for touching her.