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"He's an actor. Well, one actor from a family of actors, I suppose. You need to watch one of his other movies, I'll download Party Monster for you when we get back to school.. I think you'll like it, one of my favorite movies. Maybe I can mention it to Vinnie and we can get a whole bunch of people together to watch it," Tatum suggested, rambling on absently, eventually trailing off.
"Seriously though, I.. don't mind. You going to his house. If that's what you think, I just.. I'm surprised. But it's okay. I'm just.. forget it, right? It's New Years, so fuck it. Let's just have fun."
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Tatum couldn't help but laugh at that, easily breaking up the somewhat somber mood that had been creeping up on her. It was like the laughing reminded her just how much she had drank, and how her whole body still felt strange and her head was a little dizzy. "Well, you know.. you're like, always welcome to wake up by my feet instead. Or we could just skip the feet part, and keep the rest," Tatum said quietly, a goofy smile crossing her face.
"I want to wake up next to you," she murmured, leaning in again, her own hand grazing the fascinating wallpaper behind them.
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Tatum grinned a little, shrugging her shoulders some. "I dunno," she murmured. "I kind of like the making-out one, we could always like.. share that one," she suggested, eyebrows waggling, a little giggle escaping her. She felt so silly, and so good. It was the best night ever; whatever was in the weed Charlie had tonight, it was amazing.
Even pulled closer, her legs felt like water, as she loosely grasped the edge of Frankie's shirt. "I'm so wasted," she admitted, giggling again. "Fuck."
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"Yeah, I'm like.. dying," Tatum agreed, laughing a little. Really, she hadn't felt that warm until Frankie made her think about it, but now that she was, it was unbearable. "I'm gunna sweat to death," she murmured, laughing as well as Frankie tugged on her shirt. She pulled back a little, shrugging the plaid shirt off of her shoulders and letting it fall. Lifting her arms briefly, she squirmed out of the tee underneath, taking the chain from around her neck with it, the whole lot of it dropped aside carelessly.
"Still hot," she muttered, as she leaned in to kiss Frankie again, grasping clumsily at her shirt again. "Your turn."
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If this had been any other situation, Tatum's mind would have been active with thoughts of what could go wrong. For one, just about anybody could walk in. It was somebody elses house, for another. But as it was, her mind was entirely preoccupied with Frankie, and considering anything else was a lost cause.
She tensed up a little as Frankie pulled her close, a shiver running down her spine as the contact between them. Between placing another clumsy kiss against the brunette's lips, Tatum grasped both of her girlfriend's hands, twining their fingers together. "C'mere," she murmured, grinning slightly, backing up from the wall and pulling Frankie with her.
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"Do you really care?" Tatum replied quickly, mischievious grin crossing over her face. She didn't let go of Frankie's hands, fearing she might fall if she did. It seemed then, her girlfriend was the only thing holding her up. It was warm, and her legs felt too shaky for all of this moving around, but standing up was worse.
She stopped when the backs of her legs hit something, almost making her stumble, and getting a laugh out of her. "Fuck," she breathed again, still laughing. With a glance behind her, confirming it was a safe place to sit, she did just that; flopping down unceremoniously onto the bed of whomever owned the room, and pulling Frankie with her, laughing all the while.
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