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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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"I can't imagine running at all," Tatum replied plainly, pulling a scrunched up face. "I'm so out of shape it's ridiculous. I get tired and wheezy just thinking about playing sports. It's like, no way. Too high for that shit, no thank you," she explained, head shaking. "Except skateboarding, cause then you're on wheels."
She lifted her schnapps again, taking another sip from it. Nearly gone now, but well worth it. "Girls are the best. Do girls like athletes? I mean, like.. typically? I think they do. Professional ones, anyway. Why are athletes such douchebags though?"
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From: meandmyuke |
Date: March 12th, 2011 03:29 am (UTC) |
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Apple laughed. "Yeah, running is just... a waste of energy man, like you can get to the same place by walking," he took a sip from his flask. "Yeah! Skateboarding! And yoga, hiking, and climbing for me, but those you just take your time, none of that rushing nonsense," he said nodding.
"I don't think so Tate. I think the good ones like people for who they are like... inside and shit, not for like what they are... outside," he said drunkenly. "Athletes are douchebags because they're all... oooo look at my hot booooody," Apple said in a deeper voice, shimmying his shoulders to mock muscle head athletes.
He burst into giggles. "I don't know, some athletes are alright though. Like... like my brother is dumb as a box of rocks but he's a nice kid," he shrugged.
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"Oh yeah, man! I fucking love yoga, I've been.. slack as hell though. I used to do some every day last year, it was really good for stress, but I've been a lazy stoner this year. I gotta get back into that shit," Tatum mused, nodding along with him.
She laughed at his athlete impression, clapping him hard on the back. "Exactly! That's like.. I dunno. I guess they're hot, but cute weird girls are.. cuter. Give me a nerd over a quodpot player any day," she replied. "I wanted to be a cheerleader when I first started school. How weird is that? I like, really wanted it. Too bad I was terrible at it."
Pausing, she laughed again. "I never told anybody that. I tried out too, it was.. horrendous."
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"I know what you mean, man. I used to do it like, every morning in the summer. Get up super early, smoke a bat, do some yoga, and back to bed until noon.. shit is so cash," Tatum explained, grinning back.
She laughed a little at the thought of being a cheerleader now, shaking her head quickly. "No fucking way. Being on the field with Amber and Ginger potentially out there somewhere at all times? I'd hyper-ventilate every time we played Lalaurie. I couldn't do it," she admitted, shivering at the thought. "The skirts are cute though. On the other girls, not on me. Like, in general, they're cute."
She slumped more against the wall, looking at him seriously as he spoke. "Thanks, man. That means a lot. I never really felt like.. I dunno, a girl? I mean, I am a girl! I love being a girl, and I.. definitely love girls. But I mean, I've always like.. had guy interests. And gotten along with guys. I never spent so much time with another girl who wasn't family until I met Frankie. It's crazy shit."
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From: meandmyuke |
Date: March 20th, 2011 03:41 pm (UTC) |
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He laughed a bit ruefully. "Yeah, that's kinda what I do, except I've been good about going to classes lately," he admitted. "I should probably take fewer classes as soon as I can to get some sleep in time during the morning."
"That's true. Man those chicks just need to fuckin chill. Like maybe if they just took a few hits every once in a while they wouldn't be so..." he scrunched up his face distastefully. "Bitchy. Those skirts are cute though," he giggled.
He looked at Tatum seriously, leaning his head against the wall. "You know, it's like... science and stuff... like girls that have a boy twin get more exposure to testosterone when they are still like chillin in the womb," he tried to explain. "And like... I don't know... most girls are so damn complicated anyways. It's like a rare feat to find one who is not. I can't blame you for hanging with dudes," he grinned. "We're easy," he giggled a little at that.
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"I wish I could take fewer classes. I want to take off periods every semester, bro! But then my dad gets all pissed and it's not worth the fight. I'm gunna take one next year, my birthday is soon and I'll be seventeen so I ain't even mad.. he can't do shit," she rambled, grinning wider and shaking her head. "I can take free period and do yoga all day, fuck yeah."
When he explained about the science, her eyes went wide. "Yeah, man! I definitely heard that before.. maybe that's what happened to me. Sometimes I think I should have been a little boy. You saw my titties, those are like.. boy boobs. Either way, whatever I am, I'm cool with my bros.. it's like bros and hoes.. or hoe. I only have one hoe. And she's not a hoe. But whatever, right?"
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