From: princess93	Date: February 11th, 2011 02:54 am (UTC)		(Link)
Tatum/Amber

As usual, Amber appeared out of absolutely nowhere behind Tatum. "Ohmigod, sweetie. Why do you let them do this to you?" The dress, of course, was the 'this'. Not the part where everyone stomped all over her. She pulled Tatum into a big squishy hug before she could escape, patting her hair and purring.

"I AM HERE FOR YOU." Oh god, what the fuck is her hair made of? Straw? She hoped Ginger's grand plan of torturing Frankie involved holding Tatum down and emptying a bottle of conditioner onto her head.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 11th, 2011 11:55 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Amber

Before Tatum even had enough sense to realize what was already going on, she was trapped. Her cigarette went rolling somewhere into the grass, and there were definitely boobs pressed way too close against the side of her face. She was almost sort of excited, until she realized it was Amber.

That was when she paled a little, eyes going wide. "U-Uh, thank you?" she managed in response, at a loss for words. What was the catch here? She was in no mood for this to happen right now, but.. what choice did she have? She wanted to wipe the tears off of her face, but her arms were pretty pinned.

Squirming out of the hug was easier said than done, it felt like a death-grip. "Can you uhm let me go though?"

From: princess93	Date: February 11th, 2011 12:07 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Re: Tatum/Amber

Amber held Tater in her iron boob trap for just a little longer, so that Ginger could move Frankie away. Then she released the poor girl, and offered her a look of sympathy. "I can't believe she was such a bitch to you! And in front of everybody. Well, not in front of everybody but everybody heard."

She sighed and fished an emergency tissue out of the neckline of her dress and started wiping Tatum's face, smudging her mascara around even more in the process. "It's just not right to treat a girl like this at Valentine's!" The dirtied tissue flew over her shoulder and she started arranging the other girl's hair, trying to make some sense of what was supposed to be going on under the headband.

"She should like, totally be playing Nintenbo or whatever with you right now."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 11th, 2011 10:52 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Amber

"She's wasn't--" Tatum began, quickly snapping her mouth shut. It was like second nature to defend Frankie, she would have done it any time, but this was different. She had been an awful bitch, and for no good reason. Despite how upset she was, heart-broken really, the redhead was also still rather irritated. Let her say it; right now, it was true.

She let Amber speak, just pouting at her, and squinting her eyes shut as the other girl began wiping at her face and tutting over her hair. "Did everyone really hear?" Tatum asked quietly, glancing over her shoulder briefly. She could only hope the people inside hadn't heard; maybe there hadn't been too many outside with them. But she now realized just how loud they had been.. she had never screamed at anyone like that in her life. It was crazy.

"Nintendo," she added, in a murmur. "She doesn't like videogames now though apparently, she thinks they're stupid."

From: princess93	Date: February 19th, 2011 06:07 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Tatum/Amber

"I don't know how anyone could have not heard!" She shrugged, sadly, and glanced over Tatum's shoulder. "At any rate, they totally know you guys just split. I mean, Frankie wouldn't be making out with Ginge, right?" The two were just dancing closely, but c'mon. That just meant they were about to start sucking face, or had recently finished.

She grabbed Tatum's shoulder firmly and turned her around, pointing at Ginger's arms around Frankie's waist helpfully.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 20th, 2011 12:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Amber

Tatum barely got to question what Amber was talking about, before she was yanked around, peering a little into the crowd of people dancing. She didn't spot Ginger at first, but she could have spotted Frankie in any crowd, and it was hard not to see both of them when they were attached like that.

"Fuck off," the red-head breathed, mostly just unsure what else to say. Was this actually happening? This was what it boiled down to after all of this time? She wished she had never came to this dance, or even bothered to wake up today. They were talking about something, but she couldn't make it out.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry anymore in front of Amber, but it was getting harder and harder to hold in. She tried to stay stiff, just watch them and see what happened, but she had to look away soon after. She stared down at her and Amber's feet instead. "You're joking, she wouldn't.. she doesn't even like her."