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Characters: Frankie & Tatum.
Setting: After the Sadie Hawkins dance, in Frankie/Rowan's dorm.
Content: TBD? Definitely probably drugs.
Summary: Tatum goes to see Frankie after realizing she missed her at the dance.


Since running into Sam, Tatum didn't want to really do anything except get back to Sonnier and possibly lock herself up for the next thirty to forty-five years. Really, of all the people that one of her few friends had to start dating, it had to be Ginger. Life just couldn't be horrible enough without adding that last little dig in there.

She practically burst through the front door of the common room, sulking her way through and avoiding eye contact with any of the few people sitting around. She was still sort of stoned, but the shock of finding out that her friend was shacking up with a praying mantis had more or less sucked the fun out of being stoned right then. Sighing heavily, she began ascend the stairs toward her room, but found herself pausing in the hallway.

Glancing at Frankie's door for a moment, the redhead decided quickly that there was somewhere else she wanted to be right then. Sitting alone in her room probably wasn't the answer in this situation, and plus she had been really bummed about missing her girlfriend at the dance. Assuming Frankie had even been there at all. Where ever she had been all night, it looked like there was a light on now, and Tatum couldn't say 'no' to seeing her.

Taking the couple of steps toward Frankie's door instead of her own, Tatum knocked gently and waited. She remembered that she still had the flower she had transfigured earlier before she left. She reached down and grabbed it out of the pocket of her blazer. It was pretty crushed up and with the stem almost snapped. She had shoved in there out of frustration earlier, but with a quick spell it was looking pretty good again. Just a little dog-eared, but it was the thought that counted, wasn't it?

Holding it awkwardly at her side, she tried not to look too rigid as she waited for Frankie to answer.

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petitechou From: [info]petitechou Date: April 17th, 2011 03:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
It was probably some cruel twist of fate that Frankie gave up on revenge at the dance after talking to Apple, probably decding to go home just as Tatum decided to go. They had missed each other probably by minutes and Frankie had wasted no time once she got back to dorms in changing into her pajamas and settling down with a good book.

She was about a quarter of a way through when there was a soft knock at her door. She opened it a crack, and seeing Tatum on the other side she smiled, opening the door fully and beaming at the other girl.

"Wow. You look amazing" she gushed, fingering the lapel of Tatum's blazer.
porcelinaofvast From: [info]porcelinaofvast Date: April 17th, 2011 03:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tatum laughed instinctively, even though she tried to resist in her sullen mood. Frankie, most times, had that effect on her; something about her, she somehow managed to cheer her up. "Thank you," she replied quietly, grinning at the brunette.

"I clean up pretty good, huh? I went to the dance.. uh, kind of late. You weren't home earlier, so I thought you might have been there," she explained, trailing off a bit, definitely still stoned. "I picked it myself," she beamed, reaching up to pluck at her other lapel.
petitechou From: [info]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."
porcelinaofvast From: [info]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.
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