Bonnie's eyes widened. "He's where? And with who? Of course I want to come with you! But I'm driving this time. No arguments!" She strode out to his car with Kol following at a slower pace behind her. They reached the car and he climbed into the passenger seat.

"I can't believe you'd do this to him!" Bonnie said. "I trusted you to at least treat him civilly. You didn't have to knock yourself out being nice, but Kol, he is a person! He deserves to be treated with respect!"

"What, you think I got him put in jail so that he would call while we were having a nice evening and ruin everything?" Kol asked. "Why would I do that? What would I have to gain?"

"Don't ask me to explain to you how your twisted mind works!" Bonnie shook her head as they pulled out of the restaurant parking lot. "Now, what police station is he at and how the hell did this happen?"

"I honestly don't know the specifics that led to them being thrown in jail, but when he was at the club with me, the bartender might have given him a drink that was a bit too strong for him, and then he caught the attention of this girl Bridget...really nice girl, by the way, and after he finished his drink and she had too, the two of them left the bar in a taxi and I don't know what happened after that. It was several days ago!"

Bonnie frowned. "So when you told me he was with some friends at a comic book convention, you were lying to me."

"Well, of course!" Kol said. "Because I knew that if I told you the truth, this is exactly what would happen. We'd get into a fight, and I didn't want that!"

"Honesty is important, Kol!" Bonnie said. "If you ever hope for us to be in a relationship again, you're going to have to start telling me the truth about things, not lying to me because you think that's what I want to hear, or because that's what will benefit you the most. Now, did Roger tell you what jail he was being held at?"

"It's not far from your house," Kol answered. His voice was subdued. "Probably near the club."

It took awhile and a couple of wrong turns, but eventually they found the station where it seemed most likely Roger was being kept. They went up to the sergeant and Bonnie said, "Hi. Do you have a man named Roger Beckman locked up? I'm his girlfriend Bonnie and I'm here to bail him out."

"All right," the sergeant nodded. "Right this way. "Are you gonna pay for the girl too?"

"What girl?" Bonnie asked.

"He had a woman with him when we picked him up," the officer said. They were both intoxicated and acting indecently."

"Are you sure you're leading me to the right man, officer?" Bonnie asked. "Because we can't be talking about the same Roger Beckman."

The officer led Bonnie to a holding cell where Roger sat, wringing his hands and muttering about what would happen to him if his mother found out.

"Roger?" Bonnie asked. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I had a bit too much to drink," he said. "But don't worry, I didn't drive." He noticed Bonnie's eyes travel to the leather-clad, skimpily dressed woman beside him. "And who's that?"

"This is Bridget," Roger told Bonnie. "I met her at the club. Bridget, this is Bonnie. She's my girlfriend."

"Hi," Bridget grinned. "You're so lucky!"

"Yeah, sure," Bonnie nodded. "I guess. Now what do you say we get you out of here?"

"Will Bridget get to come too?"

"Of course not!" Bonnie said. "I will bail you out, but there's no way I'm bailing her out too."

"Fine," Roger said. "If Bridget can't come, I don't want you to bail me out. You can just leave."

"Seriously?" Bonnie asked. "You just want me to leave you here? How are you gonna get home?"

"I got some friends," Bridget assured her. "They can come and get us out."

"Well, fine," Bonnie shrugged. "As long as you've got a plan, I don't see what we need to be here for. We'll leave. And good luck dealing with your mother when she finds out you're dating this, Roger. I have a feeling you'll need it." She looked at Kol. "Come on," she said. "Let's go."

"Really?" Kol asked. "Just like that and we're gonna leave?"

"Why not?" Bonnie asked. "I see no other reason for us to be here if Roger has decided he wants to stay."

They left the police station without speaking, but when they got out to the car, Bonnie punched Kol on the arm. "You knew that was gonna happen, didn't you?" She asked. "That's the whole reason why you took him to that club in the first place: so he'd get drunk and run off with the first girl he saw because he doesn't know any better. Well, okay. You got your wish. Roger and I have ended things. But if you think that means I'm just gonna be with you again, you are sorely mistaken."

"Look, you can believe what you want, but when I took him to that club, I had no idea that this is how things would end up," Kol replied.

"Just stop talking," Bonnie told him. "I want to go home."

"So you and Roger are done now?" Caroline asked the next day. "He's gone?"

"Yep," Bonnie nodded. "He's gone."

"Oh, thank god," Caroline grinned. "I was beginning wonder about your sanity. What made you want to go after a guy like him anyway? He was a dork!"

"He was nice," Bonnie replied. "I like nice guys. It didn't matter to me that he lived with his mother and she picked out his clothes, and that he'd never been anywhere. He was a good guy."

"Good guys can still be dorks," Caroline replied. "So how did it happen? Did you finally tell him that you were tired of being his babysitter and playing second fiddle to his mommy, so you were gonna find a good-looking guy with chisled abs and big muscles?"

"Well, let's just put it this way," Bonnie said. "When I write the story of my life, that's how I'm gonna write the end of the Roger chapter. Or something. Even though it's not what happened."

"What did happen?" Caroline asked. "Come on. You can tell me."

"No, I can't," Bonnie shook her head. "You'll just laugh at me and tell everyone we know so they'll laugh at me too."

"No, I won't," Caroline replied insistently. "I swear. So spill."

"Okay," Bonnie said. "You're not gonna believe this...but Roger broke up with me. I didn't break up with him."

"What?!" Caroline asked, her eyes wide with shock. "How is that even possible?"

"Well, while I was gone for my last modeling shoot, Roger spent a lot of Time with Kol. Kol took him to the mall, got him some new outfits, and then took him to that club by my house, you know, the new one?"

Caroline nodded.

"Kol took him there and watched as Roger got drunk and left in a taxi with another girl." Bonnei scoffed. "Can you believe that? Isn't it despicable of him?"

"No," Caroline shook her head. "It's not despicable. It's great. What's his address again? I want to send him flowers or something."

"But that's not all," Bonnie said. "I haven't finished yet. Kol took him to the club, watched as the bartender let him get hammered and go home with another girl. He didn't do a thing to stop it. Then, Kol pretended to be the good guy by getting me flowers and taking me out to dinner when I got back from the shoot, but after we finished dinner, he got a phone call from Roger saying that he and the woman he ran off with were in jail and they wanted us to come and bail them out. We got to the jail, and I told Roger I'd put bail up for him, but he said he'd only leave if I bailed the girl out too, which I wasn't gonna do under any circumstances. And after I said that, that's when he broke up with me."

Caroline nodded. "Okay, so you were dumped by a dork. It's gotta be bad for your ego, but I'm sure that if we went out, we could find you a much better guy! In fact, let's do that. Get your purse and we'll go out clubbing."

"No," Bonnie shook her head. "I'm not gonna go to a club to get a guy. If I want a new guy, I will get a new guy myself. My own way." She paused. "But I wouldn't mind a few hours of just you and me dancing. That might actually help. Let's go."

Bonnie was hesitant when the club Caroline stopped at was the very one where Roger had picked up Bridget, but eventually, Caroline was able to coax her inside. They got on the dance floor for awhile, and then when they decided to take a break, Bonnie headed straight to the bar and sat down. "Hey," she said. "Would you mind making me a-" She paused as the bartender pushed a wineglass full of champagne mixed with chambord at her. "I was gonna order that," she said. "How did you know?"

"Your boyfriend asked me to make you one the second he saw you come in," the bartender replied and winked.

"But I don't have a boyfriend anymore," Bonnie said. "Who...?"

"Hey!" Caroline called, coming over to her. "Look who I found!"

Bonnie took a sip of her drink and looked up. Trailing behind Bonnie was Kol. "You got your drink," he said when he saw it. "Good. I wanted it to be a surprise for you."

"Oh, it is," Bonnie nodded before she took another sip. "Don't worry." She put the glass down and said to the bartender, "When I finish this one, keep them coming, all right?"

Kol sat down beside Bonnie, but looked at Caroline. "So what brought you two ladies here?"

"We just wanted to dance," Caroline replied. "She told me about what happened with her and Roger and I thought she could use some cheering up."

"Oh, yes," Kol nodded. "I didn't expect Roger to break off things on his own. I mean, the guy couldn't even break away from his mother, much less a beautiful woman like Bonnie, but he did and the more fool him."

"Thanks," Bonnie said.

They sat in silence before Caroline said to Kol, "So what about you? Are you here looking for someone?"

Kol's eyes drifted to Bonnie. "Not necessarily," he said. "I just came here to have a good time. Like you."

Just then, a song finished and a song came on. Kol stood up and held out his hand to Bonnie. "Bonnie," he said, "Would you like to dance?"

"With you?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes, with me," Kol answered with a little grin.

Bonnie gulped down the rest of her drink and then looked him over. "Sure, whatever. Let's go."

Kol led her out on the dance floor and Caroline took Bonnie's bar stool, watching as Bonnie danced with the one guy Caroline knew she liked. She was just too stubborn to admit it. After the way they'd broken up, Caroline didn't blame her, but then again...when he made Bonnie look that happy, wasn't it worth giving him another shot?