Tatum had been at the party for hours, against her own better judgment of the situation. After the debacle at Valentines dance, she had considered swearing off social interaction entirely. If you didn't go outside, people couldn't mock you or kiss your girlfriend.

But her birthday was coming up, and she knew Frankie would never miss a party, and so here she was. She had been doing a pretty good job of getting destroyed and forgetting how bad she didn't want to be there. By the time she finished the first half of her schnapps, she was done caring. Her hat was backwards on her head, and she had a half-smoked but currently unlit joint hanging from her lips. Making her way through the crowd, she eventually found the smokers on the back porch area.

Lighting up, she turned unceremoniously to the person unfortunate enough to be standing closest to her. "No one asked me to show them my tits tonight. Am I ugly or what?" she asked, taking a thoughtful drag. "Maybe it's the hat."