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"I was kidding, keep your dress on for fuck's sake!" Tatum replied quickly, hands shooting upward into a defensive warding off motion. "Sorry I made fun of your true love," she huffed back, sticking her tongue out briefly.
She rolled her eyes at Sera's protests. "Visine, dude. Not to mention that I'm sure there has to be a spell for it.. how do you think I keep my room from getting busted all the time? I'll hook you up, no one will know you're spaced but you," she suggested absently. She didn't really try to disguise her own highness in public, but she did always make sure to charm the hell out of her dorm. There was no other way to disguise the smell or smoke wafting around. Waving her hand a little, she urged Sera to hurry it up and either puff or pass.
"Frankie isn't waiting for me.. I don't think. I dunno. You can go whenever you're done, not like it's over early," Tatum said, leaning back some in her chair. "I'm glad to see your priorities are straight.. ditching me to go with your girlfriend," she sighed dramatically, laughing some.
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"Why would I tell mom and dad? I don't even want to bring up weed to them. As far as they know, I don't even know what it smells like, and I like them thinking that. I only ever really tell on you if you tell on me cause fair is fair.. and we both know you always have, and always will be, the biggest tattletale in the country," Tatum scoffed, rolling her eyes as she took the joint back and inhaled sharply on it. "I'm just trying to help you cheer up because your girlfriend is out dancing with a.. handsome vegabond."
Slumping further against her chair, Tatum's head tilted back and she exhaled toward the ceiling before puffing again. "I really don't wanna go, dude. Mom didn't even send a dress or anything because I never told her it was happening.. neither did you, I guess, or she would have sent one. I dunno. I'm all wigged out about dances and shit now.. I didn't even really talk to Frankie about it. I dunno if she's going," she muttered.
Leaning forward to hold the joint back out to her sister, Tatum looked her over seriously. "You look cute. You should have like, asked Apple or somebody and just rocked it. You could take a boy, too."
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