When Olli bent to lift the meat into her trunk that smile tightened, but she leaned over and heaved one of the bags inside. Situating the meat so it sat neatly in the corner she double-checked the sides and then ran her fingers over the seals. It all seemed sealed and the colors of the meat, even though it was disgusting, made an oddly lovely array of hues in the sparkling summer sunlight. Always picking up new patterns and macabre new designs she made a mental note to study raw meat. . . From afar, or possibly Google. Closing the trunk she strolled back to the side of the car and after Olli was safely inside she adjusted her seat to give her more leg room, then slipped back in.
Settling back in the driver’s seat, Monroe turned to her sister. She resisted the urge to throw a quick one-liner her way regarding the ‘retarded’ comment. However, when it came to the sheriff, both girls were rather sensitive. Instead, the budding fashion designer just pulled her door closed and rolled all the windows up. Turning the air conditioner on low she stole a look at Marley. “The Man is always holding everyone down. Fight on little activist.” She teased before taking the smoking marijuana cigarette from her and held it delicately to her painted lips. Monroe inhaled deeply, letting the sweet skunky odor fill her lungs. Holding it in she sat with her corner against the door so she could see both Marley and Olli.
“You’re welcome.” She said to Olli, silky smoke leaking out of her mouth as she did so. Finally she exhaled and took one more small hit before offering the joint to Olli. Monroe let her eyes fall closed, enjoying the sensation of the smoke numbing the front of her head. The headache and speeding heart rate was starting to ease. Ah, what a wonderful feeling. She was thinking about what Olli had said about the Sheriff and she desperately wanted to ask what she knew, but couldn’t figure out a way without saying too much. “That guy is such a dick. Sheriff’s should be hot... like Matthew McConahghey or Jake Gyllenhaal.”