"It was blue jello," Tatum replied, as if that made it better. "I love blue jello," she murmured, inhaling a trembling breath, trying to keep calm. She didn't want to throw up if she could help it. Once she started drunk puking, it was often hard to stop.

"I think I'm okay," she slurred back, smiling some as Frankie stroked her hair. She cleared her throat, spitting over the railing.