"I will quit smoking weed for a week if you can go a week.. no, a day without hitting on a single chick. Including me, even though I'm not really a chick," Tatum challenged her, finding herself unable to hold in a laugh as well. They knew each other too well to play games. She could deny it until she was blue in the face, but there was no escaping the things that Mack had on her. Mackenzie knew about her wigging out even better than most people.

Finally standing up from the rock, Tatum groaned a little as she stretched, feeling a satisfying crack in her lower back. It felt better already, although the feeling returning was less quick. "My ass is asleep," she lamented, rather than admit anything further under the subject of wigging. Blushing again, the younger girl bit at her lip as Mackenzie questioned her. "I don't- I-I don't want to say anything about it," she managed, cheeks practically on fire.

She couldn't even keep a straight face when Mackenzie pulled that face, waggling eyebrows and all. Tatum burst out laughing again, reaching up to rub her face, pinching the bridge of her nose with thumb and forefinger. "The shit that comes out of your mouth sometimes," she laughed, although clearly still embarrassed, probably just as Mack wanted. "Yes, we wear pj's. Uhm, usually. I mean. Like, underwear count as pj's, right? They sure seem to on the internet," she relented, grinning.

"Too bad you'll never know what I have on my computer. Chinese water torture couldn't get that password out of me."