Characters: Tatum & Sera.
Setting: Friday night, around when the dance is just starting.
Content: SFW.
Summary: Sera is pissed, Tatum is indecisive, and they need to get their shit together.



Tatum had every intention of spending her evening in her pajamas. There was a ton of television she had to catch up on watching online, plus a whole fresh week of newly released anime to download. That, combined with the weed she was currently busting up on her desk top, meant it would at least be a tolerable evening. She hadn't even brought up the dance to Frankie, didn't really want to think about it. If Frankie had shown up and asked her to go, she would have gone even despite her current misgivings about school dances after the last one. But unless something like that happened, she was just going to treat it like a regular lazy Friday.. she would just chill and do whatever.

Focused entirely on the task at hand, trying to roll up the joint in front of her, she was oblivious. Just generally avoiding thinking about dancing or romance or going somewhere she might have to run into Amber or Ginger.. worse yet, possibly both at once. It made her shudder visibly.

She jumped slightly when there was a loud pounding on her door. It almost shook the frame, and she knew immediately it couldn't be anyone but Sera. No one else around here was rude enough to beat down like that. Tatum groaned, quickly licking the edge of the paper and finishing up, before heading over to grab the door. She was mid-yawn, running a hand lazily through her hair when she opened up, staring blankly at her sister. "Where's your date? Shouldn't you be off dancing? Like, beneath the stars or.. whatever it is gay people in love do at dances. I don't even know."

Without waiting for a response, she meandered back toward her desk and sat into her chair, legs folding. She knew Sera would let herself in.