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Tatum smiled a little, looking only slightly sheepish as she shrugged. "Not like I picked it out," she retorted. She hadn't picked out anything formal for herself for as long as she could remember, and she doubted that would ever change. Her step-mother would probably expect to choose her future wedding dress, should the day ever come.
When questioned about why she came, Tatum could only shrug again. "Social responsibility? Sera would probably tell on me if I didn't, and I'd rather come here than listen to my parents bitch the entire winter holidays about how I don't go out enough.." she murmured, trailing off a bit, before quickly continuing. "Well, and I figured you'd be here too. You look really pretty. As usual, of course."
She had noticed Frankie's distance, but as someone whom also enjoyed her space, she had tried not to focus on it. Suffocating her girlfriend was not on the to-do list. When Frankie wanted her, she came for her, and Tatum was mostly okay with that.
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"I'm in the same boat. I don't know what my parents want or need.. it seems like every year, they never have an answer for me, and I end up getting them a stupid gift card. What kind of present is that for under the tree?" Tatum replied, sighing a bit as she spoke. When she saw the look on the other girl's face at the mention of Julian, her own face turned into a bit of a frown as well.
"I don't know," she admitted. "He quit WoW right before the new expansion came out, he's got a job, so I've barely talked to him in forever. I guess he's excited, but I'll probably just be home alone the whole time. They'll all work, and Sera will probably go visit Jenny or Meka or somebody.. I dunno."
She shrugged her shoulders again. "Not that I'm like, trying to whine! I just.. will probably play games the whole time. Could be worse, right?"
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Tatum laughed a little, jokingly rolling her eyes at her girlfriend. She knew just as well as Frankie did how well either of them would be at that. "Because those doilys would be presentable," she replied. During a fleeting interest in cosplaying during freshman year, both her step-mom and Sera had tried to show her how to sew. She was sure there were still needle marks on her hands from stabbing herself accidentally about a thousand times.
"You'd think so, right? But I think that you ruined me," Tatum responded, glancing at the brunette. "Now I actually think about other things besides getting high and level grinding for hours at a time, so it seems kinda.. I dunno, lonely, I guess? It's Christmas, and it'll be fun, but it's not the kind of thing you should be alone for. When I was a kid, Christmas was always great, and now it's like.. just different."
She trailed off again, biting at her lower lip gently. "I'll be glad to see snow, and sit by the woodstove. It's probably freezing in Maine by now."
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"I know, right? I'm just full of surprises," Tatum replied quietly, grinning gently. Once they were on the dancefloor, blending into the crowd more, Tatum actually felt a lot better. She doubted anyone would be staring them out in a crowd this size. It was almost more relaxing, like some absurd form of social camouflage.
She still never knew where her arms were meant to go, who would lead, but winging it was usually a good answer. It had worked every other time they danced. She wrapped her arms loosely around the brunette's waist, scooting a little closer, totally oblivious to anything Frankie was thinking. So far as Tatum was concerned, dancing was the normal thing to be doing, even if it was a touch embarrassing.
"I might have asked, but I'm still not good at it. I apologize to your feet in advance," she joked, smiling a little.
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Tatum glanced down briefly, a playful look of surprise on her face. "Holy fuck, yeah. If you could avoid stepping on me in those, it'd be much appreciated," she agreed, laughing herself.
She was content that the dancing was going well. She wasn't paying attention to the song, just focusing on her steps, and on keeping her arms from shaking. She always got shaky when she got nervous, and she always gone nervous when she over-thought things. It was like an endless cycle.
"So, I was going to ask you in an email, but since I'm on a roll tonight with being less socially retarded, like.. I was thinking, maybe do you think maybe you wanna come over for a bit over Christmas? Like, if you're.. not busy and stuff. I mean. You don't have to. Just if you want.
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"Fuck that," Tatum replied quickly, shaking her head. "The only thing baked will be us," she assured her girlfriend, tightening the grip around her waist a little. "Like I said, we're not really into that kind of stuff at my place.. they'll be home for actual Christmas day, but other than that, I'm basically running solo. You might see Sera once or twice, but other than that, smooth sailing."
Not that she liked to avoid her family on an active basis, but when she had Frankie over, it was a little different. The last thing she wanted was her brother asking awkward questions, or her step-mother trying to chat her up for hours at a time.
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