Tatum shook her head, tensing the arms wrapped around herself and looking at Frankie seriously. "You're actually going to try to pull that? You've been pissy all night, like since before we even got here," she muttered, taking one last drag from the joint before throwing the roach onto the ground and stepping on it with the heel of her sneaker.

"If you didn't want to come, or you didn't like the dress, or you.. all you had to do is say so. You never talk to me lately. You couldn't even try to make the best out of this? I don't know what I did to piss you off, like.. do you want me to go change? What's the issue here?"