When the other girl began rifling off what sounded like her résumé, Maddie arched an eyebrow. She may have been a couple years older than Caitie, but that was exactly the reason she understood how others saw the younger generation as… not as capable. “It’s not a job interview, Scarlett. You already got the job.” Not that she was against boasting, but it was second nature to give someone a good ribbing.
“Vent crawling is something I will never do.” This accompanied by a single firm nod of her head. “All those cobwebs and probably dead rats, too? Eeeugh!” She shuddered at the thought. Plus, vents were dark and cramped, the former being Maddie’s worst fear. It was a challenge in itself to be brave enough to be present for this little mission in the dead of night. She had an LED flashlight with her, though. For emergencies only, of course. Flashlight beams would draw the attention of nosy people.
“And yet it’s hugely popular!” She scoffed and made a face, more out of habit than anything, since the mask still covered her features. “Although, if it came down to a choice between Star Wars and Twilight… Darth Vader’s less creepy than Eddie Cullencreepface.”
“If Clinton had been your dad, he’d probably have been paying welfare,” Maddie pointed out. “He definitely would’ve made a cool uncle. Wonder if he’s still out there somewhere, gettin’ laid and playing his sax.” She laughed.
Tossing her mask on the floor near the door, she glanced over her shoulder at Caitie and shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know, I guess he is. I don’t pay much attention to who’s banging who around here. Seems like that’s all people do around here is hook up with each other.” Pausing, she snorted. “Remember that phrase ‘I wouldn’t bang you if you were the last guy on earth?’ Wonder if that guy’s gettin’ lucky yet.”
Cologne. Strong cologne, by the smell of it. Maddie’s nose crinkled up more, but she moved over to the closet. “Sure. Let’s see if there’s any skeletons in this thing.”