From: petitechou	Date: April 17th, 2011 06:05 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Frankie leaned on the door frame and placed a kiss on Tatum's lips before walking back into the room and burrowing in her bed for her cigarettes. As usual it was unmade and the sheets were tangled with clothes. Succesfull, she sat on the windowsill and plopped her cat on her lap, still grinning over Tatum's outfit.

"I went to the dance earlier" she said, lighting a match and flicking it out of the window. "I wanted to maybe punch Ginger in the face. But I got distracted by Apple and then it just seemed pointless. That boy is like taking a bunch of pills. Impossible to be unhappy after being with him."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: April 17th, 2011 06:50 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum let herself further into the room as Frankie walked off, stepping out of her sneakers and shutting the door behind her. "I know exactly what you mean," she agreed, nodding as she made her way over to Frankie's unmade bed and sat. "If anybody can make you chill out, it's Apple. Did he smoke you up?" she asked, smiling a little.

"I wish you did punch her in the fucking face though," she added soon after, face a little more stony now. "I wanted to, too.. you'll never guess who went to the dance with her," the redhead confided in a hushed whisper, as if someone might overhear them.