She chose to ignore the way that Frankie shrugged it off. Nothing was ever her fault, it seemed. Tatum followed her to the clump of trees, stopping again a few paces back, before sitting down as well. It felt weird; normally when they sat outside and smoked, she sat right next to her, sometimes stealing drags. This had a distinct awkwardness that she hated to ever associate with her own girlfriend.

"She's a cunt," Tatum agreed softly, frowning again. "I should kick her.. nevermind," she began, trailing off. "You shouldn't take drugs from whores," she settled on, lighting up her own cigarette.