“She is. Part of me wondered if she's had sex ever. I think she was engaged, if what I hear around is true, but I bet she was totally saving it for marriage so she's totally never been banged.” Not that she was one to talk. But at least she wasn't boring or anything. “I bet if she had, the rest of the family would have chopped the dude's thing off.” She rolled her eyes. “Well I bet if she did say bad words, her siblings would murder you for being the reason that their pure, innocent sister was corrupted into saying a horrible, awful swear. Because that's not hypocritical or anything.”
She paused. “Oh. Uh, no.” She shook her head no. “We got separated.” She didn't really want to say anything more than that. “Last I knew they—uh, my brother and sister—were at Federal Hall.” She shrugged one shoulder and tried to play it off like it didn't bug her.
Stereotyping was a weird thing. “Hey, I totally fall into a stereotype, and I don't mind if people point it out. I'm a bratty white teenage girl and I embrace it. If everyone embraced their stereotypedom and learned to own and laugh about it, there'd be no wars!” It was a joke, but there was probably a layer of truth to it.
“You think anyone hears us?” Caitie asked when she realized that they were being a little bit loud. But she hadn't seen anyone else in this building, really... so they were probably safe. “Oh, you think I'm stopping at pink?” she asked, pulling out a bright blue that looked like it came straight off a Smurf. “This'll make a super pretty purple!”
Caitie smirked. “Because it's awesome like one? Except totally prettier,” she nodded seriously. She watched the colors the other girl picked and grinned a little when she pointed out that she took the green for the sake of her hair. “I've got red, for my hair, obviously. And blue and silver. Let's make it shine!” she opened the silver glitter container and threw it at the pink paint on the wall.