Dakota probably would have taken hair porn as a compliment even if she didn't fully understand it's meaning. No matter. Tatum was being sufficiently complimentary. What she wasn't being was cool which was annoying Dakota because that was exactly what she had told Tatum to be. "Do you need a Benzo or something? Cause I have some in my purse. God, you are so fucking uptight."
Oops. Did the F word just slip out? Dakota did have a polished image to maintain but well, it wasn't like the paps never got an upskirt with no underwear shot of her before. It wasn't like they hadn't caught her stumbling out of night clubs drunk off her ass. She was far from the little smiling redhead on Dakota's Big Day. Even her old costars had all moved on to more grown up things. They weren't like those Full House losers turning into hardcore Jesus freaks and falling off the map. Dakota was living proof that you could have a career after child stardom.
She grabbed her purse which cost more than Tatum's life and pulled out a prescription bottle of Xanax. "Let me see your hand." It was an order not a request and she dumped out a couple of pills on Tatum's open palm. She pushed Tatum's hand to her mouth. "There you go. Down the hatch. All better." Dakota smiled, obviously proud of herself before she shrugged her shoulders, strawberry colored hair falling down her back again.
She popped a pill herself. Not that she really needed it but she knew they were going to be mobbed with fans. It was fucking Disney after all and Dakota was a legend here. All of that smiling really hurt her face sometimes.
"Now what did you say your name was?" she asked her number one fan.