From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 11th, 2011 11:32 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Gray

There were very few ways this night could get any worse than it already had.

Tatum genuinely didn't know why she hadn't gone back to her room, except for the fleeting hope that Frankie might come back for her, and they could make up and forget this whole thing. She didn't think it was going to happen so easily or so soon, but she couldn't help hoping desperately for it.

After managing just barely to free herself from Amber's clutches, she had gone inside for a moment, hoping to see if she could find Sera. When that plan fell through, it was like another hit to the gut, and she sulked her way back out onto the commons again, frowning the whole way.

She didn't know what else to do, and she was at a loss. Without thinking much about it, she crossed the grass, heading over to where she and Frankie had smoked early, standing behind the same shrub and ducking down slightly to get another cigarette. Her one earlier had been spoiled by Amber, and it was either smoke her head off or cry her eyes out at this point, and she didn't think she could handle more crying.

When she was little, her father used to tell her that if she kept crying so much, they'd have to put her on an IV. That memory made her smile a little in spite of herself, as she inhaled deeply, unaware of anyone else around her.

Really, she either wanted to be alone, or be with Frankie. And if the latter wasn't happening, the former would have to do.

But not for long, it would seem.

	From: gregoire	Date: February 14th, 2011 03:20 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Gray

Gray was having an alright night, unlike a certain ginger who happened to be wearing the same color as him. Of course, more people would expect a girl to wear baby pink than a guy.

But he thought he looked fucking slick, and of course that was all that really mattered.

He'd just come back from trying to chat up one of the Sonnier cheerleaders who was on her way back to her dorm. She giggled and touched his arm and did all the sort of normal girl things... and then kissed him goodnight. At the door.

He'd totally get some next time, he smirked to himself, unlit cigarette already dangling between his lips. It was only when he got to the only really concealed smoking spot outside of the woods that he spotted Tatum.

He raised his eyebrows in an awkward greeting, mumbling 'hi' as best as he could with a cigarette in his mouth. Of course, it came out more like a surprised "Aye."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 14th, 2011 04:24 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Gray

Tatum had not really known Gray was there until he was already right across from her. How did people keep doing that to her tonight? She stared a little blankly at him when he mumbled in her direction, what she figured must have been a greeting. She took a drag from her own cigarette, turning her head a bit to exhale.

She found herself crossing her arms, unconsciously taking on that same defensive position from the fight earlier. Feet set, arms crossed, and stony faced. "Hey," she murmured back. "Why are you out here by yourself?" she asked, genuinely a little bit surprised. She would have expected him to have picked Frankie up by now. Maybe he didn't know they weren't speaking.

	From: gregoire	Date: February 14th, 2011 05:10 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Gray

Was that a trick question or something? Gray looked a little surprised, raising an eyebrow at her before taking a moment to light his cigarette.

"Uh... there was a cheerleader?" He pointed in the direction of Sonnier House, looking more perplexed. She looked upset. Definitely upset. She was totally making angry girlfriend face.

"...Are you okay?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 14th, 2011 05:16 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Gray

If she had been surprised before, she was surprised again when he actually asked her if she was all right. Was that a trick question? He did seem actually clueless to the situation. That was a good sign. Frankie hadn't ran directly into his arms at least.. perhaps she was just waiting for later.

That thought made her stomach twist again, and she felt her eyes beginning to fill. She kept her head partially turned, puffing at the cigarette, and keeping her chin up. "Not really," she finally answered, reaching her free hand up to swipe at her eyes briefly. "Not tonight."

Why was she even answering him?

	From: gregoire	Date: February 15th, 2011 07:53 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Gray

"Oh... kay?" Gray eyed her a little, his eyebrows still raised. Tatum was Frankie's girlfriend, or so he thought, and you were nice to your friend's girlfriends, right?

If this were Rowan or Sunny... He would talk to her, right? Try to make nice, or whatever.

"Something happen?" He asked idly, breathing out a cloud of smoke. Was this like, a girl thing? Like... PMS, or having just seen The Notebook or something like that.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 15th, 2011 08:20 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Gray

He quickly confirmed her earlier suspicions that he was clueless, and she immediately felt a little bit better. "You didn't hear?" she asked quietly, glancing at him and taking a small drag. She had been hoping Amber had been exaggerating with the everybody heard it routine, and maybe she had been.

"I got in a fight," she admitted. "Sort of," she quickly added, scuffing her feet on the ground slightly as she spoke, watching them instead of him. She didn't know why he was even bothering to ask. "It's over now, I'm fine."

Except, of course, that she wasn't. It was hard keeping it together, but at least with her head down, he wouldn't notice her eyes watering as she spoke. If he had to feign sympathy for her, it would just be awkward for both of them.