"I really don't," Tatum insisted, shifting her eyes away for a moment as she smiled goofily. "Much, I mean. I'm much more into Gaga right now. Or Dev. She needs an album of her own.. but I don't even care what songs she sings, that girl is fucking gorgeous," she added as a second thought, nodding.

It was sort of funny. There was Mackenzie, twisting in the wind and totally unable to make a pass at anybody, but she could talk about chicks all she wanted herself. She knew it would pain the blonde not to join in, but that as all the more fun right then.

"I'm incredibly entertained. I don't know about all of that honoring your death non-sense.. if keeping it in your pants for a day kills you, man. It's time to look at your life," she teased the older girl, turning to look at her more fully as they walked. They were almost back now, but Tatum hung back a little, not quite ready yet. "When are you going to settle down already? We could like.. uhm, go on double dates and shit," she suggested, shrugging.