Tatum's eyes were still adjusting to the darkness as she manuvuered her way back to her usual position in her desk chair. She had yanked a throw blanket off of her bed, and now wrapped it loosely around her shoulders as she sat. She always felt so frigid when she got woken up from a nap or any kind. It also made her feel a little nauseous, but the anxiety she felt at watching Mack standing in front of her wasn't helping.

She reached for the half a joint, lighting up quickly and sucking back a good puff. Something for the nausea, anyway. "It's no problem dude," she replied quietly, struggling to be herself as well, and deciding not to get into the curfew argument. She had broken curfew with the blonde many times, why should she care? Maybe Sera was getting to her.

The redhead watched Mackenzie closely, her eyes meeting the other girl's as she looked up at her. Tatum could only hold the eye contact for a moment, quickly breaking it away. It was too intense, and she felt herself blushing in the darkness. Yet again, she asked herself what the fuck her problem was. It was just Mack.

"You know what we always say, what's mine is yours.. you can sleep in Bekka's bed, like if you want. Just don't tell her. She's anal as fuck so I'm sure it's clean," she suggested, glancing toward the vacant bed. "I guess she might be gone for a while."

She'd rather talk about anything but them. That was too hard.