“Nothing ever works out the way you think,” Bea reasoned. “Not anymore anyway.” Not that Ty didn’t know that. They’d spent enough time making decisions together that Bea knew how he thought. A year a part didn’t change that fact. Didn’t seem like it changed a lot actually.
There was that Ty brand of charm. She knew enough not to expect anything different when it came to what the city was like. If things were bad near Sing Sing it wasn’t likely that the city had miraculously repaired itself. But all that same, she had to ask. “I make things fucking awesome, I know,” she replied with a shrug and a smirk. “But a woman could go fucking crazy in those safehouses.” Only a couple good things ever came out of being stuck there.
It probably helped that Ty ignored most of her bitching unless it sounded serious. Or it could be considered a sign that she liked a person. If she didn’t like them she didn’t bother giving them any of her time.
“You and one of the security guys, Silas, could be a matched set,” Bea mused at the mention of the limp. “He fell off of some fire escape last year and busted his ankle up too. Never was able to shake the limp.” Didn’t seem to bother him though, from what she could tell.
She kicked at him with one of her feet, laughing at the snarky retort. “Face like yours, they’re not going to care that your personality fucking sucks.” Not that she was encouraging him to sleep with whatever idiot came along, but nowadays you couldn’t really go down to the local bar to pick someone up. Or you could, but then the whole fucking compound would probably know about it. “And it isn’t like fucking is rocket science, Mackenzie. I’m sure you’d figure it out.” There weren’t a lot of conversational boundaries between the two of them.
“Hell, least you don’t have some fucking rumor going around that you’re a fucking celibate ice queen.” She rolled her eyes for emphasis.