Tatum laughed at his accent, downing the remainder of her can of coke to stifle off her giggles. She almost spit her drink out when she heard when he said next, just snorting instead.
"Y-You're going to make a song called Ole Smokey and it's not about m-me?" she joked, clearing her throat and still giggling a bit. Some of the other people around the fire were looking their way, but she found that she didn't care. She was with Sam, and if anyone said anything, he would say something right back. It made her feel safe, something she hadn't really felt since getting to the party that night.