Making Sure You're Not Dead || Tadrienne
She stared at her for a long moment, trying to decide whether or not she wanted to be trapped. Outside sounded nice. Alcohol sounded like long-winded confessions in her near-future.
Looking around at the books, the empty food wrappers, and the dirty clothes all over the floor, she sighed, straightening her posture.
āOne drink.ā she insisted. āOne. No talking about⦠this stupid argument. Okay?ā
Eyes lighting up at the fact that Adrienne agreed to her haphazard suggested, Tates perked up and stood to dig through Adrianne's clothes to find something clean for the girl to wear.
"This is perfect!" She smiled, throwing jeans Adri's way eager to get her going before she changed her mind. "It's happy hour at Mason's and no one is gonna be there because everyone gonna be at Tom Reid's because the game is on and you know they give out free shots every time the team makes a goal." There was no missing why Tatum had made her way into kappa house in her excitement, but she settled, remembering there was still a bigger deal at hand. "Does a shot count as one drink because I don't think it does."
















