Mouth drawn into a tight red line Monroe Bradford felt the sudden heat crawl up her skin, nerves winding tighter and tighter like a spring. The “little helper” she’d popped before heading out the door was starting to kick in, considerably speeding up her heart rate. Swallowing thickly she nodded to Olli, “Sure.” She replied and slowly reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt. As she did, she shot Marley a look, one that questioned their next move. Arching one eyebrow she cleared her throat then nodded towards Olli. In one quick exchange it was decided. They’d give the girl a lift and even see if she’d like to help them finish their pre-party favor.
Heels making soft hollow clicks on the asphalt Monroe climbed out of her car and looked down at the bags of meat, appraising them for any holes or tiny slits in which disgusting juices might seep. “I don’t think the meat should go in the trunk, Marley.” She answered her, suppressing a giggle. “It’s only down the street. She can hop in but -- “ She trailed off and carefully leaned down, not to scoff her shoes or lose her balance. After inspecting it she gave another nod. “It looks sealed.” She declared, standing up to her full height, which in heels was rather tall. “I think it would be all right.”
Walking to her car door she opened it and clicked the button to release the driver’s seat. It slide with forward ease and Monroe and offered Olli a small smile. This one was almost genuine. “Climb aboard. Just watch out for the bottles in the floorboard.”