Maddie turned her head when she heard the somewhat familiar voice. Really, it was the hair that put the clear memory in her head of the guy she’d spent a couple hours with a few evenings back, tossing Molotovs at zombies.
She smirked as she turned her attention back to the woman right as she was throwing a lamp at her boyfriend. “That’s the keyword right there. If she’s smart. For all we know, they’re just doing this for the attention. I would.” Although perhaps not, if it was Caitie she was arguing with. The last thing Maddie needed was the gossiper spreading something about her and Caitie, when there wasn’t anything to spread.
“I think she’ll kick him out for a few days, then he’ll come crawling back with some sappy apology. They’ll make up, go back to normal, and start the whole cycle over again the next time she suspects he’s been with the mistress.” Wouldn’t be the first time she’d seen something like that happen, and it wasn’t just in the movies.
“I’m curious to know who the mistress is. Someone in the same cellblock would be too risky, but maybe he’s that dumb. He got caught, after all.” She ducked as a baseball went whizzing past her head; whether it was terrible aim on the girlfriend’s part, or a good deflection from the boyfriend, Maddie hadn’t been paying enough attention to know for sure.
She spared the baseball an annoyed look before brushing her hair behind her ear and returning her attention to the spat. “Too bad we don’t have any more Molotovs.”