With the meat settled into the back and Olli comfortable (or, as comfortable as one could be in an unfortunately small backseat), Marley relaxed back into the passenger seat and closed the door, extracting the neglected joint from her sister's purse and lit it once again, sneaking a hit even though it wasn't technically her 'turn' before passing the joint back to Monroe. That order seemed only fair, given that she had already deprived the brunette Bradford the chance to take a hit before.
"Yeah, tell me about it," she agreed, rolling her eyes once again but with more venom as they continued their discussion of the chief of police. "I feel like he's talking down to me all the time, you know? Like, listen dude, just because I'm nineteen doesn't mean I'm retarded." Marley rubbed her temples in annoyance -- she went to an Ivy League school, not community college. The one thing she hated more than anything was when her intelligence was insulted. "I'm tired of The Man always bringing me down."
But as the conversation went back to more pleasant topics, Marley smirked at Olli's mention of firecrackers, rolling her eyes playfully and almost considering passing the joint back to her instead... but it was Monroe's weed, so she refrained. "Don't make fun of me. I'm trying to protect the planet." Even if Marley didn't approve of the use of fireworks or Olli's obvious disapproval of her more tree-hugging practices, she could be friendly. They would just have to agree to disagree.