WHO: Tatum and Wyatt WHEN: October 20, evening WHERE: Their room WHAT: Tate returns from a forced girly night with her sister. Hanging out ensues. RATING: I feel like leaving this blank is best. OPEN: Nope
Tatum couldn't exactly say when she had been completely and totally bullied by her older sister. She loved Victoria, she really did, but sometimes it was absolutely unbelievable that the older girl just didn't get her. The sisters had grown closer since leaving for college, a fact that had only strengthened with everything that had happened at Terra, but it still escaped the older Ballard's notice that Tate would never be truly feminine. Sure, she was gorgeous as all hell and had the looks to bring men to their knees, but she didn't see herself that way. Tatum was awkward, she was stubborn, she liked sports and getting dirty more than shopping, and the mechanics of putting on half the clothes Vicky shoved at her were beyond her basic understanding.
In other words: she was hopeless.
Still, only Vicky could convince her to get all dolled up, somehow knowing the skin tight dress she brought in would fit the younger girl like a loving second skin. It was a pale golden orange, which offset her turquoise eyes nicely, and the shortness of the skirt paired with the tight material did an excellent job of highlighting her perfectly rounded ass. Tate had studied herself in the mirror for some time, noticing how the horrendously uncomfortable heels made her long legs look even longer, and she wondered again at what all the boys she tumbled with would say when if they saw her in this. Hell, what would her boyfriend say!?
Sighing as she finally climbed out of the cab that she'd taken back to Mystic Veil, she took a quick glance around to ensure nobody was loitering. When the coast appeared clear, she sprinted from the vehicle, intent only on getting to their room without anyone else seeing her looking so ridiculous. Not to mention she was starting to get fed up with the barely-qualifies-as-underwear thong that Vicky had insisted she wear so there'd be "no panty lines" in the dress. What a crock of shit. Did girls really think these things through? It wasn't until she was leaning against the door she'd just slammed shut behind her that she noticed Wyatt in the living area watching her.
"Have you been waiting?" she couldn't help but ask, equal parts touched and incredulous at the implication she needed someone to stay up for her.