Tatum had jumped a little when Mack barged into the changing room, and she scooted against the wall more to make room for the two of them in what was especially standing space. "P-Personal space much?" Tatum half-joked, squinting her eyes a bit and looking at the blonde as if to judge whether she was teasing her or being serious. "They all l-look like things my mom would p-pick out.. she'll p-probably be pleased, won't she?" The redhead muttered, hauling the yellow monstrosity up over her chest again, and eyeing herself in the full length mirror. Mack was right, the color wasn't the issue, it was the style that was so wrong.

"I d-don't want anything that's so.. so puffy.. I don't want anyone to s-step on it or something, what if they step on it and the w-whole dress rips off of me!?" Tatum suggested, looking panic-stricken at the mere thought of such a thing. She was pretty sure that kind of a disaster only happened in movies, but her life had felt a bit like a movie lately. Prom is the middle of everything was surreal, it was a moment of plain all American rite of passage, but everything else about her life was out in left field.

She scrunched her face up into a pout against the kisses, though they eventually made her crack a smile despite herself. "Fine, but don't.. pick anything r-really stupid. Or expensive," she added as an afterthought. Mack, who never had qualms about spending money on her much to Tatum's embarrassment, had already told her that between her and Madeline paying, price was not an issue. Prom dresses didn't exactly come cheap either, even the crappy ones, but it didn't stop Tatum from trying to deter the blonde girl. Being spoiled was still something that she was adjusting to dealing with. "Six hundred d-dollars for a d-dress that I'll only wear once is ridiculous.. that's like, three ounces of weed."

Despite her verbal protests however, Tatum leaned easily into Mack's arms, tucking her head under the blonde's chin. "Thanks," she murmured shyly. "I.. don't m-make me come out of the room. I'll s-show you but you h-have to look in here. I don't want t-those women to give me anything else to t-try."

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"It's not about pleasin' your ma Tate," Mack reminded the redheaded girl. "That was the point of going dress shopping for something you wanted." She laughed at Tatum's panic-stricken face, it was so classically her girlfriend. Only she would be worried about someone stepping on her dress and ending up naked. "I promise you won't lose your dress until I want you to," she reassured the younger girl with a small wink.

"Okay, okay, nothing too expensive, I promise." Mack said, partially crossing her fingers behind her back where Tatum couldn't see. She would go and find dresses that she thought the girl would like, and if they happened to be a bit more on he expensive end, well then that was fine. As long as her redhead was happy, then Mackenzie really couldn't care. She gave the girl a kiss on the top of her head and traced her fingers down her back lightly. "I'll take all these cupcake monsters back and bring you something nice to try on, okay? As long as you keep an open mind, I'll sit in here so you don't have to go outside, deal?"

Mack let go of the smaller girl, grabbed the dresses and put on her HBIC face. Winking at her girlfriend, she exited the dressing room and zeroed in on the first sales person she saw. "Excuse me," she barked. She held up the dresses and glared at the poor woman. "I specifically asked for dresses that weren't a taffeta mess! What the hell are these? I don't want to go to prom with a cupcake!"

The sales girl looked at Mack wide eyed, opening and closing her mouth like a gold fish. "Now, here's what you're going to do," Mack growled, thrusting the mess of dresses at the woman. "I want a selection of non-poofy dresses, in a variety of colors but a majority should be canary yellow, got it?" The sales woman ran off immediately and the rest of the workers in the store looked at Mack with a mixture fright and disapproval.

"What?!" she barked at them, glaring coldly. "Don't y'all have a job to do?"

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