Raven couldn’t deny though, as she wandered the shops and galleries of the artsy neighborhood walking off her mimosa buzz and damning the consequences, that Tatum had pissed her the fuck off.

Like, seriously. How dare she?

Tatum lived in her world, trying to help everybody but herself. Do-gooding, etc. Being the good she wanted to see in the world. Whatever. Raven didn’t need to be looked down on like that.

She certainly didn’t need to hear about it ...