She was high. Of course. Not that Bekka was innocent on any or all charges of illegal substance use, but Tatum seemed to be training for the druggie decathlon in the terms of marijuana. Well, at least it'd be easier to follow through on the rest of her plans if she was passed out on the floor.

Bekka took a step forward into the room, quietly closing the door behind her, less anyone overhear. Heaven forbid that, yet. She widened her stance, and spoke louder again, just in case Tatum didn't hear her.

"I'm told that's what it's called when you're screwing two different people. Or is that infidelity?" Bekka paused, leaning back, just a little, against the door. "I always seem to get them mixed up anymore."