Mackenzie watched Hunter’s spit fall to the floor with a light splat, scrunching up her nose slightly. The taller blonde was absolutely disgusting sometimes, she felt slightly bad for the hospital staff. They probably dealt with things that were worse on a daily basis, but she knew Kia would yell at them if she found out. She snorted at the blonde’s comment, she was pretty sure that not everyone like Hunter better. “Bitch, I can name several people off the top of my head who would disagree,” She shot back, a small smirk sliding onto her face. She just couldn’t help it, that was just how they had to act around each other.

The shorter girl was surprised when Hunter told her she not only had her back, but Tatum’s too. She always knew the tall blonde had her back, even if it was rarely said between them. She was honestly a little touched that Hunter would do her a solid like that, even more that she would admit to it out loud. Mackenzie nodded along as the taller blonde continued talking, she had known deep down that Hunter really hadn’t meant any harm by it. The blonde might have been an idiot but she had a big heart, she even sometimes had good intentions. “Yeah, I know,” Mack sighed, standing awkwardly and watching the other girl scrub at her face. “Thanks though Hunt, you having our back…it means uh, a lot.” She punched the girl playfully in the shoulder, smirking at her. “You’re totally a dick though, T’s a junior. At least don’t say it around her, she’ll be sad.”

The shorter girl felt better already, the normal flow of banter resuming between the two blondes. It was one less thing for Mackenzie to worry about now, and it was a huge relief. She grinned goofily back at the taller blonde as she watched her spit again, she wouldn’t trade her best bro for anything. “You’re so nasty sometimes,” She chided the taller girl, scrunching her nose once again as she looked a little too closely at the spit. She nodded at Hunter’s suggestion, now that the tension between the two of them was all gone she could really feel how exhausted she was. The fist that she had used to hit Hunter with was the same one that had taken the brunt of her vending machine assault earlier, and it throbbed slightly from hitting the girl’s face.

“Yeah, I’m over this,” She agreed, running her hand through her hair again. She was starting to develop a small headache, maybe Tatum could drive them back. “Haven’t been sleeping that great lately, T’s car is way to fucking small for anyone over four foot three.” She held out her fist for a fist bump, giving the taller girl a small, exhausted smile. “We solid now? I should go find that ginger hooker, I’m pretty sure we’ve been gone longer than ten minutes. I don’t want her thinking she’s getting all of my shit.”