AN: I'm back from a convention (4 days of walking and riding way too full trains is so fucking exhausting) and felt like writing this chapter. It's kinda a small bonney/conventions special.

Please review and now have fun!
Prompts are always welcome

Killer: 21 Kid: 16 Bonney: 15

"Once again, you can't force me to go with you! U don't want to waste my Saturday helping out!" Bonney shouted. "I don't fucking care about that stupid convention shit!"
Killer groaned in frustration. "You will get in for free and can walk around most of the time. We need you at the stand only during the time one of us takes a break! It's only for tomorrow! So shut up!"
"I don't care! I don't want to!" Bonney yelled back.

"You will help out! End of discussion!" Killer commanded mercilessly. "Be ready to leave at eight."

Killer: 21 Kid: 16 Bonney: 15 (next evening)

"Kid?" Bonney peaked in his room. "Can I come in?"

"What do you want?" Kid muttered without looking up from his drawing. "Hurry up, I need to finish these."
"Can I accompany you tomorrow as well? Please?" Bonney asked with an unusual shyness. She had contemplated to try and demand it, but she was aware that it would be a very bad idea if she wanted to go with her brothers again.

Kid turned around in his chair, a wide grin on his face. "You want to go to that convention shit again?" he mimicked her. "How cute."
"Kid, come on. I am even willing to help out!" Bonney pleaded, doing her best puppy eyes imitation at her brother, but failed miserably.

"Alright." Kid rolled his eyes. "But fuck off now!"

Killer: 23 Kid: 18 Bonney: 17

"Is this your art?" a tall blonde man with weird face make-up asked Bonney, who was watching the stand with Kid's art at the local convention. By now, she was used to this question and the people asking it.

"No, I am just watching it till the artist comes back." she replied mechanically. Helping out still wasn't too much fun as Bonney wanted to walk around and talk and eat, but she had to because of the deal she had with Kid.

"You don't seem to be too happy with what you are doing, even though your fortune is good today." the man commented.

"I believe you wouldn't have too much fun watching a stand you don't really care about either." Bonney muttered before she could stop herself.

"Than why are you doing it?" the stranger questioned.

"It's my brothers. I have to watch it till he comes back." Bonney muttered. "And I hope he does soon."
"Do you want to talk till he does?" the man asked bluntly. When Bonney nodded, he stretched a hand in her direction. "Basil Hawkins."