"Go big or go home," Tatum agreed, nodding sagely. She lifted the schnapps bottle up, taking a long chug before lowering it. "And I ain't fucking ready to go home. I didn't even wanna come here, but it's not bad if I just stay away from everybody. I'm pretty chilled right now," she murmured, grinning at the fist bump.

When he asked about lady pillows though, she burst into laughter, tipping her head back against the side of the house and lowering her hat over her eyes. "Yes! How many dudes did you think I go and like just, show my junk to?"

She paused a moment before going on. "Actually, I think you're the second, technically. I think I showed one of my brother's friends once when we were like.. thirteen. But it was for a gram. And are those really boobs? Thirteen year old boobs? I'm almost seventeen and they still aren't really boobies."