Mackenzie swallowed thickly, she felt kind of bad that she thought that a Tatum with an upper hand was kinda hot. Now she couldn’t exactly say no, especially with the challenging tone that Tatum was using. Damn little red head, and her scary secret manipulating ways. She was probably the only person who could manage to back Mackenzie into such a corner.

“Ugh, no! I can handle it,” She protested weakly. “Let’s start it now, you are so loosing this bet!”

Mackenzie pouted slightly at the red head, they so hadn’t even started the bet yet when she had said that. It was just too easy to make those comments to the girl, she was practically dangling them in front of Mackenzie’s face. “Tatum! I do not rip on you, I flirt with you. There’s a difference!” She whined, “It’s endearing when I do it, right?”

“Wait,” she paused for a moment in thought. “You think I’m a dickhead?”

She tried not to laugh as Tatum tried deter her from approaching Frankie on the subject. She just smirked, a mischievous glint appearing in her eye. “I never said that she had to tell me the password, just that she probably knew what you were hiding and might just tell me if I ask her.” Her smirk got wider, she knew when she won a battle and right now she was winning. “Based on your excuses as to why I shouldn’t ask her, I bet she knows a lot.”