redhead excused herself to go to the washroom. With no intention of going back, even if it might tick her dad off, Tatum made her way outside. It wasn't smoky anymore and things had been cleared up, but there was still a deep divot in the ground nearby. Something flying off and skidding the ground as she went, she guessed. Scuffing her foot through it, she sighed.
She was always prepared, and as she walked and neared closer to the woods, she reached carefully into her shirt; pulling a joint from her bra. She lit up carefully, head ducked and oblivious to the person standing around and smoking a cigarette nearby.