Tatum did know Mackenzie well. The minute the older girl looked at her, Tatum knew exactly what she was thinking, and she frowned deeply. "It's hard to- like.. fight somebody in skinny jeans. They're constricting," she murmured, pushing herself up to stand from the bench. She thought maybe she should crack her knuckles or something, but Mackenzie would just make fun of her.

"We're gunna do this," she assured the blonde, staring intently at her. She didn't know what else to say, or where to start. Was it proper fighting protocol to jump right into it? Did she start out with a jab, or jump right on and start punching? She really had no clue.

Instead, she set her feet to the ground, sneakers digging into the grass. "Put 'em up or like.. whatever, bitch."