Olli & Jamison
Olli showed up with a giant smile on her face, a large bag of meat, and the munchies. It had been odd smoking pot with the Bradford sisters on the way over, but she hadn't really had so much that it should cause concern. She was just mellow, happy, and ready to have more fun. Still decked out in her denim shorts, red t-shirt, starred wedge heels, and grey bikini, Olli marched right over to the grill where Jamison was standing. "Hey Jolly Green. I brought a sack of meat. Sounds delish, doesn't it? Aren't you lucky I decided to gift you with the contents of my freezer?" She set the bag down and looked up - way up - at him. "Great. I'm probably going to go blind trying to look up at you with the goddamn sun in my eyes."
She shrugged and stood with her legs slightly apart, arms akimbo. "So, what can I do to help set up, and sweet mercy are those Styx's kegs? Hell yes!" Okay so maybe she was even more talkative than usual, and that was before the booze. Distinctly aware she should stay away from the rum today, Olli opened up the bags she'd brought.