Olli settled in the small backseat, suddenly glad she was as small as she was. It could have been exceedingly uncomfortable back there if she had been as tall as, say, Monroe. She watched the sisters pass the joint back and forth before it came her way. As Marley spoke about her age, Olli nodded in assent. She actually did feel that the chief of police looked down on the younger generation, acting as though they were children. Olli was older than Marley by about seven years, but that didn't mean Landon treated her any more like an adult.
"Sorry," she apologized about teasing Marley. Their conversation was almost amusing now in retrospect. Olli knew she was being kind of a brat about it, simply because it felt to her like Marley was just being a downer on a day of fun and excitement. Olli was no tree-hugger, but she was somewhat environmentally conscious. She recycled. That was something, right? She just wasn't an activist. "I can't help it; teasing people is like breathing for m."
She took the joint Monroe offered and inhaled, closing her eyes just a bit. It had been a little while, and while she knew she could easily slip back into old habits, she told herself a few hits wouldn't be a big deal. Besides, it would make the bickering she was bound to have with Jamison be easier to tolerate. Sometimes she wondered why she volunteered to work for him at Styx and Stones when he could irritate her so easily.
Olli likewise wondered if Marley and Monroe had specific reasons to dislike the chief, like she did, or if it was just his stellar personality that rubbed them the wrong way. She handed the joint back to Marley as she exhaled smoke through her mouth. "Hells yes. If the chief of police looked like Jake Gyllenhaal, I'd be getting myself arrested for lewd behavior every single night." She very nearly asked what she'd been wondering but couldn't think of a way to do so without having to volunteer her own reasons for hating Chief Landon. Only her brother Bruce knew that in detail, not even the other siblings.