Though things with Sam had gone down with a lot less dramatic input than Tatum had expected, she still felt anxious as she waited for Mackenzie to come and meet her. They had pre-arranged things, sort of, as in she had at least told the blonde what her plan for the evening was. Coming clean with Sam, and hopefully getting to have a stupid slow dance with the tall blonde shortly after that. She wasn't much of a dancer, but it was sort of a special occasion. It was a big step, and her heart was still racing. She had only told Sam, it brought the total of people who knew she was gay up to a grand total of about three, but it still felt like a big step.

She was single, and she wasn't going to go running. She wasn't going to stay single long, but it wasn't going to be like every other time. Just that thought made her knees feel like they were trembling.

Waiting on the dance, and on Mack, Tatum had found her way outside and over to where other people were standing in scattered clusters and smoking. Not too far away from the entrance of the dance, close enough that she would see the other girl if she came approaching, the redhead began to fish around for her cigarette case and lighter.

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Mackenzie had spent the last two hours nervously getting. ready to join Tatum at the dance. She couldn't remember a time when she had really cared about how she looked for a date. Not being sure what Tatum would like, she picked a blackdress that she figured at the very least would make her legs look awesome. She had made her way down to the hall at about a quarter to midnight, fiddling nervously with the bouquet of flowers that she had decided on bringing. She hoped it wouldn't be too much, she didn't want to embarrass either of them. Showing up to the dance was already enough to make people talk, Mackenzie Dubinsky rarely showed up to dances, let alone with a date.

Checking her phone, she realized that she was at least ten minutes early, and decided to have one last cigarette to calm her nerves before she went in. Making her way over to where she saw other people smoking, she suddenly recognize a familiar head of red hair and felt her heart skip a beat. Mack couldn't even come up with words to describe how she felt as she looked at Tatum, only that she was sure that if it was possible that her jaw would have been on the floor. It was now or never, she figured, Tatum would look up eventually from her search through her bag and then she would see her standing there like an idiot.

Putting on what she hoped was a confident smile, she made her way over to the smaller girl and held out her own cigarette case. "Care for a cigarette beautiful?" She drawled, grinning cheekily before offering out the flowers. "There were supposed to be for a friend, but I think I'd rather give them to you."

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Tatum's head jerked up instinctively, just as it always did when people snuck up on her as such, but she felt calm settle over her when she saw that it was just Mackenzie. "Oh hey," she murmured, glancing behind the blonde for a moment before reaching out and taking the pack, getting out a smoke before returning it to the older girl. "You're l-looking dapper," she half joked, reaching over to tickle her fingers briefly down Mack's arm before she took the other girl's lighter and lit up.

She took the offered flowers, immediately blushing a little as she looked at them. "You d-didn't have to, jeez.. I didn't like, g-get you anything," the redhead murmured softly, chewing her lip a little.

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"You're looking quite beautiful yourself," she mumbled. Mack shivered at the girl's fingers tickling down her arm, spacing out with a goofy grin on her face as Tatum took her lighter. It was such a small, insignificant gesture, one that usually the taller blonde wouldn't have paid any mind to. It seemed like there was a lot of things that Tatum did that the blonde usually wouldn't care about. It took a lot to keep herself from pumping her fists in victory, and she clenched her fist lightly as she beamed over Tatum's reaction to the flowers.

"You didn't have to get me anything," she stressed, reaching out and squeezing Tatum's arm in reassurance. "It's not like...you owe me or anything. I wanted to...um, make you smile and feel special." Mackenzie blushed, feeling suddenly stupid. It was so unlike her to ever tell anyone sappy things like that, but it had just slipped out before she could stop herself. She had found that, drunk or not, she couldn't really control the word vomit around the younger girl.

Scratching the back of her head, she looked away, embarrassed. "God, that's um... embarrassing. Not that I don't mean it!" She added quickly, her gaze snapping back to Tatum quickly. "I...I'm just not good at this kind of thing."

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"T-Thanks," Tatum replied quietly, her face already slightly pink in the darkness as she leaned forward and gave the flowers a little smell. "N-Not many boys give flowers, y'know.. I g-guess dorky boys aren't the best examples, but like.. guys d-don't give nearly as many flowers as they make it sound like on t-tv.. nobody is t-that chivalrous anymore," the redhead mused, holding her joint between her lips and using her free hand to push some hair behind her ear and tucking one of the flowers carefully behind there too.

She actually felt better when Mack got a little embarrassed as well, it made her feel more comfortable already, and she shook her head at the tall blonde. "M-Me either, I.. uhm, you know like.. f-feelings are hard. And stuff. R-Right?"

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