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.