Bea brought up her knees so she could wrap her arms around them, pulling her legs close to her chest. She couldn’t be sure yet on whether Tanner’s appearance had just killed her vibe or not. Quite frankly, she wasn’t all that fond of the boy’s attitude, at school, knowing how cocky he’d get around the halls and how worked up around popularity deals he probably was. With a sigh, she lowered her head to rest it against the bench, finding his eyes with hers. “Mhm, she hummed. At his question, an airy chuckle escaped her lips. “Well, you know I get up to illegal activities everyday, Reeves. You should do it more often, yourself,” she said, as a sly grin drew itself on her lips. Inside her sweatshit’s pocket, her fingers tattered around for her joint’s other half. If she had company, she figured the least she could do to make it more enjoyable was assuring that Tanner got as high as herself. She handed it out so he could take it. “Want some?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Seeing him elevate his glance to the stars, her eyes followed. Somehow they didn’t look so dazzling, anymore. “Power? What power?” she asked, thoughtlessly, her eyes still hooked onto the night sky. Beatrice was all too familiar with Tanner’s shameless flirting, and by then, it had already worn her out. If there was one thing that got to her was not having her free-will respected, and she was worried his insisting could be getting disrespectful. His question made her instantaneously drop a piercing gaze upon him. “Funny,” she said, her voice unshaken. ”Doesn’t his ever get tiring?” she asked, allowing the corners of her mind to quirk up, a bit. Her eyes identified what seemed to be a camera bag hanging across his waist. “Hah, is that a camera you have there?” She asked, not giving much thought to it.