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Tatum was totally silent, and totally rigid, as Eden proceeded to root around in between them and then finally retrieved the joint from her lap. She had been holding her breath without really thinking about it, and let out a heavy shaky exhale as the younger girl puffed the joint.
Taking it back, Tatum took a toke of her own and ducked her head slightly in a half nod to show she agreed. "N-Nobody like a hipster," she joked. She knew that, honestly, a lot of people probably assumed she was one with some of the things she wore and listened to. But she really tried not to do things too ironically, and she was far from opposed to the mainstream.
Her phone vibrated in her lap, from where she had put it before handing the joint to Eden originally, and she quickly grabbed it up and peered at the screen, frowning a little.