Characters: Tatum & Bekka.
Setting: Their room, Tuesday afternoon.
Content: NSFW for language.
Summary: Bekka is pissed, Tatum's oblivious, and they're about to meet in the middle.


Other than the slightest air of awkwardness, Tatum felt that her mood was better than it had been in weeks. Things just felt better, and the tension of being pulled this way and that seemed subdued for a little while. She was still trying to keep hanging out with Mackenzie on the down low, never one to rock the boat, but mostly she was glad that they could even still be in the same room together. There had been no relapse, not one more kiss since the other night, not even an inappropriate touch. She could actually look the blonde in the eyes, and other than the sinking guilt in her stomach every time she really thought about what she had done, it was just like old times.

Frankie was being as stand-offish as ever, and Tatum was surprised when she had woken up the morning before and realized she didn't care that much. Maybe it wasn't worth stressing herself into panic over every time the brunette got pissed off.. she was a moody girl by nature, always had been. She would get over herself when she felt like it, and Tatum planned to be there waiting whenever that was. No sense in churning her stomach over about it. For now, she wasn't forcing herself around the other girl. She couldn't look her girlfriend in the eyes quite as easily as she could her best friend.

This particular Tuesday, the red-haired girl was enjoying her good mood and her last afternoon alone in the room. Bekka had been acting a little weird when she texted yesterday, but she figured it was just stress about her father's situation. Plus, Bekka was always a bit fucking weird anyway, in Tatum's opinion. Whatever had been going on with her roommate, it was at the very back of her mind. She was reclining at her desk, her usual position, with her feet resting on the desk and a bong already blazing in her lap.

She had cast the appropriate spells for masking the smell, and settled in for a lazy time, more than content just doing her own thing. She had been doing her own thing for a while now, with the tension between her and the only two girls she really split her time between, so it was becoming an almost relaxing habit. Alone wasn't so bad, she had been before Mack or Frankie showed up. It wasn't so bad at all. Choking a little on her smoke, the redhead sat up and coughed, pounding a fist on her chest lightly.