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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."
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"Holy shit," Tatum laughed, giving him a playful little shove. She almost dropped her joint, but quickly recovered, bringing it back to her lips. "Okay, okay, but don't even laugh at me," she warned, inhaling on what was left before tossing the roach onto the deck and stepping it out with the toe of her sneaker.
"Bra is ugly by the way," she joked, reaching down and grabbing the bottom of her tee. "Seriously, don't laugh!" she warned a second time, laughing herself as soon as she said it. God, she needed more schnapps.
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"It has to be secret! Don't like, tell Frankie or something. It's just Mardi Gras, it ain't no thing," she replied, hauling her shirt back down and adjusting it slightly, getting comfy once again. She took the beads and ducked under them, before getting to adjusting the tie around her neck. "Well earned riches," she commented, twisting some beads around her finger.
"I feel less left out now, dude. Thanks," she added, lifting a hand up to give him a fist bump.
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"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."
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From: meandmyuke |
Date: March 20th, 2011 06:26 pm (UTC) |
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Apple nodded. "Right? We should totally like... throw a big bash for your birthday," he giggled. "And you're right, you won't have to worry about a damn thing your dad says," he shrugged. "Though my mom would like... love if I just did yoga all day," he laughed. "The benefits of my mom owning a yoga studio," he sighed happily.
"Right? I think you're the coolest chick Tate," he said holding his flask up like a cheers and then took a long drink. "You don't have boy titties," he giggled. "I'm glad you're happy with you because you should be," he grinned over at her. "You are amazeballssssssss," he giggled.
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"I have to go home with Sera on my birthday," Tatum sighed. "Well, part of my birthday. We're just going to Floo home for dinner and stuff, I guess.. but after that, I want to have an actual birthday. We should all get together and smoke a huge fucking bat, man! I'll take one of my brother's pipes too, he's got the coolest shit.. I don't know how he even keeps it all hidden from dad all year long. It's like magic, and yet he's the squib," she joked, laughing a little.
She lifted her schnapps when he lifted his flask, taking another long chug before letting out a small burp. Her stomach was starting to feel a little queasy but to hell with that. "I guess I'm pretty cool," she agreed jokingly, grinning as she fished round in her pocket for a minute before pulling out her cigarette case. Inside, she pulled out another joint and lifted it to her lips, lighting up quickly. "Cool as fuck."
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