"Never again," Tatum agreed, more to assure herself than to assure Bekka. Still shaken up, but with her wand lowered entirely now, she moved back over to her desk and grabbed her wallet from where it lay. She opened it, trying not to frown as she counted out three twenties. It was all she ever carried, it was the two gram bill, she probably spent one every day.

Holding the sixty out to Bekka, she tried to straighten up and seem less upset by all of this. "And a new bed, a really nice one, right?" she added. How much were whole beds anyway? Probably crippingly expensive. She vaguely wondered if Sera might help her out with a loan. She always had her money squirreled away somewhere, if she hadn't started spending it on pimping Jenny out or something. There would be interest, but it could save her whole relationship.

Or salvage what was left.