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Characters: Tatum & Sera. Setting: Friday night, around when the dance is just starting. Content: SFW. Summary: Sera is pissed, Tatum is indecisive, and they need to get their shit together. Tatum had every intention of spending her evening in her pajamas. There was a ton of television she had to catch up on watching online, plus a whole fresh week of newly released anime to download. That, combined with the weed she was currently busting up on her desk top, meant it would at least be a tolerable evening. She hadn't even brought up the dance to Frankie, didn't really want to think about it. If Frankie had shown up and asked her to go, she would have gone even despite her current misgivings about school dances after the last one. But unless something like that happened, she was just going to treat it like a regular lazy Friday.. she would just chill and do whatever. Focused entirely on the task at hand, trying to roll up the joint in front of her, she was oblivious. Just generally avoiding thinking about dancing or romance or going somewhere she might have to run into Amber or Ginger.. worse yet, possibly both at once. It made her shudder visibly. She jumped slightly when there was a loud pounding on her door. It almost shook the frame, and she knew immediately it couldn't be anyone but Sera. No one else around here was rude enough to beat down like that. Tatum groaned, quickly licking the edge of the paper and finishing up, before heading over to grab the door. She was mid-yawn, running a hand lazily through her hair when she opened up, staring blankly at her sister. "Where's your date? Shouldn't you be off dancing? Like, beneath the stars or.. whatever it is gay people in love do at dances. I don't even know." Without waiting for a response, she meandered back toward her desk and sat into her chair, legs folding. She knew Sera would let herself in. Tags: !incomplete, seraphim donnelly-rosseau, tatum donnelly
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"Ouch," Tatum replied not unsympathetically as she watched her sister carefully settling down onto the bed. She returned her attention to the joint, licking the sticky portion of the paper and quickly finishing it up. "Why couldn't Charlie be your boyfriend? Do you think I'd get free weed?" she joked, trying somewhat to lighten the mood.
She shrugged when Sera mentioned herself and Frankie. "We're good, I mean.. we're normal. I just don't know if I'm ready for another dance, the last one was such a fucking disaster.. I just didn't bring it up, neither did she. I assume she's not going either, she didn't ask me and it's like.. choice of the ladies. And she's a lady, and she didn't ask. I can't go to Sadie Hawkins solo," she explained. "No offense," she quickly added.
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"I'm not sure perfect is really the word I'd use," Tatum replied, head shaking. "Anybody who works on their own car always have those really rough hands.. like, working hands.. no thanks. Going from soft girl hands to that, I'd probably drop dead," she explained, placing the joint between her lips and reaching for her wand.
Casting a few quick charms on the room to keep the smell and such to a minimum, she lit up and took a deep inhale, exhaling bright red smoke a few seconds later. "How cool is that? I learned that in charms.. well, sort of. I modified it a bit."
Listening as Sera rambled on, Tatum nodded a little but stayed reclined in her chair, feet up on the edge of the desk now. "You know, I think I see your plan now.. you thought I was going and you were going to tag along with me? What if I had plans or something?" she suggested idly, raising an eyebrow. "Anyway, I'm not going. You can take those shoes off and stay here and get stoned with me instead," she offered, leaning forward just a bit to hold out the joint.
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"Yeah, eww. Rough hands are pretty gross. I bet Jenny made him moisturize." Sera laughed, leaning back a little on her hands, "She probably still does actually." "Girls do have way nicer hands though." She finally agreed, watching Tatum reach for her wand she wondered what she was up to.
She looked at her sister as she exhaled the red smoke. She rolled her eyes with an over-exaggerated look of disgust. Weed probably wasn't even as bad as she liked to act, at least not in controlled moderation, it was usually more about giving Tatum a hard time. "Do you really think that's the most useful way to apply what you learn in Charms class?" Sera almost sighed, crossing her arms in front of her her. She'd never admit it but she knew she could be a total hypocrite, she kinda liked sneaking a smoke with Tatum once and a while.
Even still Sera rolled her eyes again, She knew Tatum wasn't even listening to her anymore. She pulled her legs up on to the bed and crossed them. "That's not true, I just wanted to see if you were going. And maybe staling till the whole pretending to be straight act is over with Charlie. I told her I was cool with it I can't just show up in a piss now." Sera huffed, shrugging her shoulders, she tried to pretend like she didn't even hear Tatum's offer.
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"I was kidding, keep your dress on for fuck's sake!" Tatum replied quickly, hands shooting upward into a defensive warding off motion. "Sorry I made fun of your true love," she huffed back, sticking her tongue out briefly.
She rolled her eyes at Sera's protests. "Visine, dude. Not to mention that I'm sure there has to be a spell for it.. how do you think I keep my room from getting busted all the time? I'll hook you up, no one will know you're spaced but you," she suggested absently. She didn't really try to disguise her own highness in public, but she did always make sure to charm the hell out of her dorm. There was no other way to disguise the smell or smoke wafting around. Waving her hand a little, she urged Sera to hurry it up and either puff or pass.
"Frankie isn't waiting for me.. I don't think. I dunno. You can go whenever you're done, not like it's over early," Tatum said, leaning back some in her chair. "I'm glad to see your priorities are straight.. ditching me to go with your girlfriend," she sighed dramatically, laughing some.
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"Why would I tell mom and dad? I don't even want to bring up weed to them. As far as they know, I don't even know what it smells like, and I like them thinking that. I only ever really tell on you if you tell on me cause fair is fair.. and we both know you always have, and always will be, the biggest tattletale in the country," Tatum scoffed, rolling her eyes as she took the joint back and inhaled sharply on it. "I'm just trying to help you cheer up because your girlfriend is out dancing with a.. handsome vegabond."
Slumping further against her chair, Tatum's head tilted back and she exhaled toward the ceiling before puffing again. "I really don't wanna go, dude. Mom didn't even send a dress or anything because I never told her it was happening.. neither did you, I guess, or she would have sent one. I dunno. I'm all wigged out about dances and shit now.. I didn't even really talk to Frankie about it. I dunno if she's going," she muttered.
Leaning forward to hold the joint back out to her sister, Tatum looked her over seriously. "You look cute. You should have like, asked Apple or somebody and just rocked it. You could take a boy, too."
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