"I don't know about that," Tatum replied quietly, lips twitching at the edges into a little grin. She could really only beat Mackenzie at a game where she got to set the rules. It was basically this, or challenge her to a video game. Other than that, her opportunities were limited. "I don't think I'll lose. You can't keep your pants on till dinner, guaranteed."

She shifted the hands in her pockets, fiddling absently with her loose change and lighter as they walked. Tatum was feeling a little better already, and not even too stoned anymore. They had been out a while, there might not even be time to do much before dinner came around. After that, maybe she would let Mack take her to Simmons. What choice did she have? It was probably best to just do it and say something before it was too late. and whatever she couldn't handle, Mackenzie would be there to make up for. It was tonight or never.

"You're my dickhead, but still definitely a dick," she assured her, watching the older girl stroking her chin. Never a good sign in Tatum's book. "I know what you're thinking, you don't have to say it, and I don't-- I don't think she would fall for that. You're not God's gift to women, if no one informed you yet," the red haired girl joked, freeing one hand in order to reach over and give Mackenzie's side a poke through her sweater. "Dickhead."