From: princess93	Date: December 12th, 2010 06:49 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Tatum/Amber

Amber clucked her tongue loudly. "All that bleach! If you don't get a good scalp treatment, the damage will like, totally just overwhelm your roots." She reached out to touch Tatum's hair again.

"It's so brittle. You keep up with the bleaching and colouring," she said matter-of-factly, "it's going to just break and you'll be bald. Do you want to be bald? Even Britney Spears couldn't pull off bald, and you're no Britney."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: December 12th, 2010 07:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Amber

"B-Bald? Seriously?" Tatum replied, biting her lower lip roughly. She had smoked a majority of the joint by now, and the paranoia was setting in, getting worse with every thing that Amber picked apart. As if she didn't have enough self-esteem issues already, this was doing her zero favors in that department. "I know I'm-- I'm not.. trying to be Britney. I don't want to be bald. I mean, not that I know who Britney Spears is. I don't listen to Britney Spears."

Which was sort of a lie, but as if she'd be telling that to Amber.

"I should, uhm.. like g-get back inside. When I'm done this," she managed to murmur, holding up the tiny bit of joint that was left. Two puffs at best. Just two puffs and then she'd bail. "My, uhm.. girlfriend, she's.. probably wondering what's taking me so long. Not that I don't want to like, t-talk.. to you. And stuff. She's just waiting, that's.. all."

From: princess93	Date: December 12th, 2010 08:21 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Tatum/Amber

That was why Francois and Taty were hanging out so much! "She's your girlfriend? I thought she was with Gray." Well, not in the sense that Hunter was, but... "Wow, that's so weird. You two are like... what do you even have in common? Well, apart from liking pussy. You're just so different."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: December 12th, 2010 08:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Amber

Over the time of standing out there, Tatum had relaxed a bit. Enough that her shoulders and neck hadn't been tensed up, and enough that her knees weren't shaking. She was in the process of tossing the roach onto the ground, when Amber started talking about Frankie, and all of the tension rushed back into the girl's body. She stiffened up, a frown crossing her face as she listened to Amber speak.

"W-What? No! Why would she be with Gray? She's not-- she's.. she isn't.. I mean, she was, once, but that was like.. n-nothing. It wasn't anything. She's with me," Tatum managed, trying not suppress the stammering, to stand up for once. She felt actually offended for the first time. She could take everything else Amber said with a grain of salt, she always did, but this was somehow different.

"Why does it matter what we have in common?" she snapped, coming off a little bitchy, and immediately regretting it. If she didn't watch her mouth, she'd be getting her ass kicked, either by Amber herself or one of her cronies. Either way, not good. She hadn't actually gotten beaten up since sophomore year when those girls stuffed her into the trashcan after astronomy, and she intended to keep it that way. "We have.. lots in common. We're not weird. She's not-- she isn't weird. I guess I'm weird, but she's not.. she isn't weird. At all. She's amazing, like.. we like each other. So who cares?"

Getting back to Frankie was at the back of her mind now. She was more concerned with, what she considered, defending her honor. At least for the time being.

From: princess93	Date: December 12th, 2010 08:39 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Re: Tatum/Amber

"Jeez, don't get your panties in a knot! I was just asking. If you like each other that's the important part, right?" Man. Someone was a little defensive. "I just thought it was weird you know, she's like, Dior and you're all... plaid. Is that why you're wearing a dress tonight? To impress her?" Amber thought it was cute, really.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: December 12th, 2010 08:44 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Amber

When Amber relented, Tatum relaxed a bit, though she still seemed more on edge than before. "Yeah, it is the important part," she replied, trying to sound confident in it, but coming off a little faltering. She even let the comment about plaid slide by, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Amber had been ripping on her about plaid since the first time she ever spotted her. In fact, Tatum was pretty sure that was why she had even spotted her at all.

When she asked about the dress, Tatum began to blush furiously, turning her head a bit. "I-I.. guess so, yeah. That's part of why."

Really, it was most of why, other than appeasing her step-mother, but she still wasn't admitting that little gem.

From: princess93	Date: December 13th, 2010 04:32 am (UTC)		(Link)
Tatum/Amber

Amber made a noise akin to a clucky woman viewing videos of baby animals. "That's so adorable! But seriously, next time don't let your sister pick the dress."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: December 13th, 2010 10:35 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Amber

There was something condescending in the way she said adorable like that, but Tatum supposed there could be worse things for her to say. And now that they had been standing out here so long, she was a little too high to take the time to split hairs.

"She likes the dress," she murmured, glancing back toward the dance, exhaling heavily. "... I think, anyway."

From: princess93	Date: December 13th, 2010 01:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Tatum/Amber

"Did she say that? She must really like you, 'cause she's totally lying. That thing is hideous." Amber glanced back at the tiny rows of ruffles. "Really. Oh well!"

She grabbed Tatum by the shoulders and turned her around so that she was pointing back in towards the hall. "Go back to her and give her a great big kiss, see if it gets you out of that thing any faster." She smacked her on the butt to get her moving. "Have fun!"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: December 13th, 2010 01:59 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Amber

Tatum's expression was blank, allowing Amber to amble her around and point her back toward the hall. "S-Sure, I'll do that," she managed, jumping a little as her butt was given the smack. She hadn't been expecting that one. She glanced over her shoulder at Amber, eyebrows furrowed, but quickly began to walk away just the same. She wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying went. If this was her escape, she was taking it, and getting back to Frankie as soon as possible.

What a fucking weird girl.