“What, you got a conscience buried all that makeup?” He asked her, mouth tugging open wider into a rictus grin. He spat out his spent cigarette and tapped a new one out of his pack before he spoke again, hunched forward in his chair and eyeing her candidly.
“Still, I’m sure it surprised everyone else, probably more, than me. Gotta be blind to not see you’re somebody who likes being in charge of shit.” He poked at her through the air with his lit cigarette, frowning a little now. “And now you got the shmucks talking about electing someone new.” He was beginning to sound accusing.