Tatum gaped at that admission from Frankie. She was pleasantly surprised, and it made her even more anxious to keep telling Frankie what she had to tell her. She tried to keep the surprise off of her face, glancing away a bit before speaking. "Well, she is a fat bitch," she muttered coyly. Her affection for Ginger wasn't going to grow any time soon, no matter how long ago Valentines seemed now.

"I'm not a fighter, and she could have smashed my head in if she wanted to," Tatum shrugged. She didn't know why Mackenzie hadn't. "I think her cheeks bruised?" she offered. It had looked that way when she had walked away, just starting to darken under the edge of her sunglasses.

"That wasn't all though," she continued after a moment, taking another long drag and keeping her eyes on the other girl in the window. "It's not as.. bad as it's probably gunna sound. I just want you to know, like.. honesty and shit. I guess."