Tatum didn't want to chase her, it seemed impossibly desperate, but it didn't seem like Frankie was going to give her a chance. "Goddamn," she muttered as the brunette rounded the corner. She grabbed her cigarette case out of her pocket and began to get one out of it, as she hurried after Frankie.

"I don't know, but your tongue half way down her throat speaks volumes?" she offered, once she was closer. She kept two or three paces back, frowning.