Tatum looked at her carefully, before turning her head a bit, crossing her arms over her chest. One hand still held the cigarette, and she took another drag from it, exhaling from her nose in a huff.

"Since when don't you like pot and videogames? If you wanted to do something else, all you have to do is say something," she muttered, hoping she was turned away enough that Frankie wouldn't see her scowl. She really didn't want to start something, but Frankie seemed to be riling to bicker with her.