Marcus chuckled, shrugging. It wasn't as though he'd expected her to actually run out and get him booze, though it never really hurt to ask. He figured there was no telling what people might have hoarded, these days. "Then you'll never know, eh, puta? I don't care one way or another. Just another bullshit act to put on, like every other fucking thing. You should know all about that, chica. You ever slip up? Forget to tell a guy you're gonna toast his nuts once in a while? Or are you always fucking on fire and pissed off?"
The smile he gave her then was almost warm, amiable, instead of mocking. So she didn't care to place dress-up. Another piece of the puzzle to store away. He didn't have her figured out, yet, which is largely what interested him in her. She was an unrepentant bitch, true enough, but that had never really bothered him about anyone. Better a bitch than a fucking doormat. The hot-and-cold act, though, was weird. Not the fact that it was directed at him, but the fact that it didn't seem to be. Some nights she was willing to meet him head-on, no fear. Other nights she was a lot meeker. He could tell when she was home, but even when he baited her directly she would just keep her distance, like a little mouse. He wondered sometimes if she just tired herself out with bursts of anger, and the rest of the time, when she was quiet, it was because she had to reserve enough energy to get the anger back. An ex-girlfriend of his had been bipolar, and kind of reminded him of that, so he thought that might be it. He'd never asked her what she used to do for a living, but he doubted it was anything boring. Maybe she really had been prostitute, and now that she didn't have to turn tricks anymore she was releasing all that pent-up frustration on zombies and assholes like him. He kind of liked that theory, actually, mostly because he'd been honest when he'd said that he imagined she gave decent head. One thing was sure, this woman sure hadn't been a Holly Hobby Housewife. He could picture her a lot of different ways, but not with a husband and a handful of little kids.