"N-No, I definitely d-don't think they have that," Tatum laughed, choking a little on her exhale as she passed the blunt Emma's way. Just the mental image of Robert York drinking a Pabst and puffing on a giant spliff like they were right now.. she couldn't imagine it. "Only c-champagne up there, and t-that probably tastes like f-fucking shit. Isn't it l-like, wine? Fuck w-wine."
"So w-what's the deal w-with that Gilman guy y-you know?" she asked suddenly, as she patiently watched Emma take a hit. She had her curiousity peaked, particularly after the way Annie had answered when she found out that she had been talking to him. Half of her didn't want to know the answer, because what if it revealed something unsavory had happened between them.. but the other part of her was still curious about the guy. Everyone must have thought he was a scuzbag for a reason.