Tatum closed her eyes for a moment, eyebrows furrowed together in thought. "Raspberry, maybe? Blue raspberry? Yeah, that sounds right. Blue stuff is always raspberry," she muttered, taking another deep breath before straightening up from being hunched over the railing.
She stretched her arms out, smiling goofily over at her girlfriend. "Where were you all night? I was like, out here with Apple for a hundred years!"
Frankie slid into Tatum's arms and let the red head lean on her.
"I was around. I saw that Shelby kid and then just smoked cigs all night" she shrugged. "Out here with Apple? I hope you two weren't going at it" she joked, kissing the top of Tatum's head, which was easily accessable when she was wearing heels.
Tatum easily slumped against the other girl, her chin resting comfortably on Frankie's shoulder as she listened to her girlfriend speak. Grinning wildly, she hid her face gently against Frankie's neck when she joked about Apple. "Noooooo way," she protested quietly, giggling.
"You can't get mad, it's Mardi Gras," the redhead murmured, grinning still against her girlfriend's neck. She leaned further into the loose embrace, feeling rather content. Her stomach even seemed to be calming down which was a nice change. Puking in front of girls was never classy, even if they were already into you.
"I showed him my titties but just cause nobody else asked! All night! I was like, left out.. it was tragic, baby, I swear!"
"No, don't beat him up! He's my friend, my.. my smoking friend," Tatum replied, giggling back. She kissed Frankie's neck slightly, trailing them back down to her shoulder.
"No chicks asked me. Are you only jealous of chicks now?" she teased, reaching down to grab the brunette's sides gently, trying to tickle her.