Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Disney does. I do however own some really cool anime on DVD. Booya for Outlaw Star.

Friends?

Chapter 1.

Bonnie Rockwaller woke up on the couch in a strange living room. She tried to get up only to find that the gremlin in her brain was beating it with a baseball bat.

"Oh you're finally up." Said a distinctive feminine voice.

"What happened last night?" Bonnie said looking the direction of the voice. She was shocked to see Zita Flores. More like what she was wearing. She was dressed in a men's button up white shirt that only reached to her lower back. Bonnie was glad to see the girl in a thong because a peek like that would have been bad during this hour of the morning.

"You broke up with your boyfriend and you came to Ron's bar. Got drunk. Passed out. And he carried you upstairs. And let you sleep on the couch. Now where the hell is the mayo." Zita said as she pulled out the matieriales for a BLT sandwich.

"Are you two an item?"

"Ron and I are just roomies. I mean sure we fuck once in a while but no strings. Ah there's the mayo." the smell of bacon frying started to waft to the couch. Bonnie suddenly lurched up and said one thing. "Bathroom."

"First door on the left." Zita felt the rush of air as the former cheerleader rushed past.

-0-

Bonnie finished emptying her stomach. She tried to piece together the events of last night.

-0-

Yesterday:

"Fuck you Steven! I can't bealve that you'd fucking think that I'd take you back. You fucked my best friend. In our bed no less." Screamed Bonnie.

"I didn't think you'd mind. I mean come on we had a threesome with her." Said her boyfriend of a year.

"Yeah I was involved. I didn't give you permission to have her as a side lay. I ask your permission for the girls I fuck. That's it we're done. This is the last straw." Bonnie headed to the door and left. She slammed the door and rushed out of the apartment complex.

After walking for a long while she happened upon the entrance of a bar. "Rufus'? Isn't that the name of Ron's mole rat?" Her curiosity piked, she decided to enter. Inside of the bar was a very large dance floor. The music pumping through the air made her feel like dancing. But the feeling of intense loss brought her to the bar. Their was something oddly familiar about the bartender. "I'll have a beer."

"Sure thing Bon-Bon."

"Ron Stopabble?"

"Yup."

"You work here?"

"Kinda."

"Kinda?"

"I co-own the place with Zita Flores. I kinda figured that I needed something to do while studying and since Kim's in France with her girlfriend. I might as well do something fun."

"Kim's in France. Damn I've been out of the loop. She must be having fun... GIRLFRIEND!"

"Uh, She came out during our sophomore year. She decided to leave America to attend a fashion design school with Monique."

"Aren't you heartbroken?"

"I was at first, but then I figured that she's happier where she is. Besides if she was still here, I wouldn't be running one of the most popular bar/clubs around now would I?"

"You'd probably be married with a couple of kids by now." Bonnie finished her beer and Ron poured her another.

"I'm guessing you're power drinking this evening?"

"Yeah. I just broke up with my boyfriend."

"Why?"

"Because he cheated on me, with my best friend."

"First off, I'm switching you to Crown. Second of all, Tara?" Ron poured her a shot.

"I am going to hate to see the tab tonight. And to answer your question. Yes Tara. Well a couple months ago Steven, that was my boyfriend, suggested that we have a threesome to 'spice up' our relationship. So I got Tara in on it. It was fun. Well today I came back to our apartment after class to find them fucking. Then I broke up with him."

"You didn't give him permission for his little extra project on the side did you?"

"He broke my trust on this." Bonnie was now on her fourth shot. Where's your bathroom?"

"Next to the bar." He said jutting his thumb to the right.

After Bonnie left the bar, Zita came up to Ron.

"Are you going to fuck her stud boy?"

"No. she needs a friend. I just hope her and Tara can patch things up."

"When are you cutting her off?"

"I've already switched to sweet tea. She just needs someone to talk to. Have Bart play something slow and sad." He patted Zita on the ass as she headed up to the DJ's booth.

Bonnie came back in. The mood was more somber. She sat back down on her stool. "What's up with the music?"

"It's a slow jam. Gotta have slow dances once in a while."

"Kayyyy."

He leaned closer to show her that he was paying attention. "Are you and Tara still friends?"

"Yes. But it will be a while until I hear her side."

"Just make sure you don't let emotions fly."

"When did you become a sage of relationship advice?"

"I've owned this bar for over a year. You hear a lot of stories. I swear I have enough credit for a PHD."

Bonnie had to chuckle at that. "And you know what sucks about all of this?"

"What."

"I have no place to go tonight. I shared a apartment with Steven. And I'd crash at Tara's but that would be awkward. FUCK! I have no where to go." the emotions of the day's events finally took it's toll on Bonnie. Her tears fell fast and free from her eyes.

Bonnie leaned "Now I can't beleaive that I'm crying."

"You need to let it out. I'd be a wreck too if I had so many blows to my pride in one day."

"Thank you."

Bonnie then felt the room spin and slipped into drunken darkness.

-0-

Today:

Bonnie came back from the bathroom. She went up to Zita. "May I use your phone?"

"Sure. It's over there." Zita said as she headed to what Bonnie guessed was her room.

Bonnie picked up the phone and dialed up Tara's number.

The phone rang several times until Tara picked up. "Hey Ron."

"No this is Bonnie."

"Weird I've got Ron's number on my caller I.D."

"I got drunk at the bar and woke up here. But asides from that. We need to talk."

"I guess we do."

Author's note.

I meant this as a one shot. But if y'all like this story I'll try to continue this story. But at least drop me a line and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.

Erik