Despite her light buzz, Tatum definitely felt her own cheeks flushing as she gave Sam an awkward little crooked smile. "You're pretty n-neat yourself," she replied, reaching out and taking the hand that he had used to smack himself on the forehead. She twined their fingers together, smiling weakly again and dropping their tangled hands between them on the log they were sitting on.
Taking the cherry coke with her free hand, she held it between her knees and flicked the metal top a couple of times before cracking it open. "I'm like, totally parched," she informed him, taking a long chug back from it. Trying to hold it in but failing, she belched quietly.
"S-Sorry," she blurted, giggling a bit despite herself.