From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 22nd, 2011 09:10 pm (UTC)		(Link)

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.

	From: petitechou	Date: February 22nd, 2011 09:20 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Not my fault!" Frankie sing-songed. If she kept saying it, it would make it true, right? She pushed her way out of the doors of Sonnier and began walking to the woods. Stopping behind a clump of trees, she checked to see where Tatum was.

"It was the E. I hate that bitch" she mumbled around her cigarette, sitting cross legged on a dry patch of ground and lighting up.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 22nd, 2011 09:25 pm (UTC)		(Link)

She chose to ignore the way that Frankie shrugged it off. Nothing was ever her fault, it seemed. Tatum followed her to the clump of trees, stopping again a few paces back, before sitting down as well. It felt weird; normally when they sat outside and smoked, she sat right next to her, sometimes stealing drags. This had a distinct awkwardness that she hated to ever associate with her own girlfriend.

"She's a cunt," Tatum agreed softly, frowning again. "I should kick her.. nevermind," she began, trailing off. "You shouldn't take drugs from whores," she settled on, lighting up her own cigarette.

	From: petitechou	Date: February 22nd, 2011 09:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Frankie half smiled when Tatum almost said that. "You should" she whispered quietly, shaking hair out of her face and looking at her girlfriend properly for the first time in a week.

"Well I know that now" she said sarcastically.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 22nd, 2011 09:37 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum perked up a little, blinking at the other girl. "Really? Should I?" she asked sheepishly, managing a half smile of her own. It was almost laughable. She couldn't picture herself winning a fight against anyone, particularly someone as catty as Ginger.. she probably pulled hair and clawed and everything. But if Frankie told her to do it, Tatum would have done it.

"Keep it in mind for next time," she added, turning her head to exhale. "I'll do E with you anytime, fuck her."