There was something almost ironic to smoking up with the woman with whom she had just been bickering over proper Fourth of July celebration practices, but hey, Marley wasn't really complaining. She had known that posting something anti-fireworks on a day all about fireworks wasn't exactly going to be a popular opinion, anyway, but that didn't mean she was going to back down speaking against something that she genuinely thought was unnecessary. When the world had abandoned fireworks in lieu of laser light shows or something equally epic, at least Marley would know that she had been right. It would happen eventually.
"It's no big," she shrugged, fairly certain that Olli hadn't rejected her reminder out of any kind of malice. She wouldn't have apologized if it were, as far as Marley was concerned. "If I got all up in arms every time someone didn't agree with what I had to say, I'd be about five years away from a heart attack." Being a radical liberal bordering on pro-anarchism wasn't exactly conducive to popular opinions. "And now I have a whole year to convert you to the awesome power that is environmentally safe pyrotechnics," Marley decided, turning around to give Olli a blithe but almost impish grin that showed she was determined to come out the victor in this situation. She even pumped her fist into the air when Monroe told her to fight on just for added effect.
Marley laughed at Olli's reaction a more attractive chief, nodding eagerly. "Oh man, me too. Or Bradley Cooper. He's like a less trustworthy Matthew McConaughey and therefore a million times better." Not that the chief needed any help being untrustworthy, Marley was well aware of that -- but she wasn't about to go around mentioning that detail with anyone other than Monroe around. The pair of Bradford girls didn't need to have anyone prying into their personal lives; Marley could play the part of the typical anti-authority teenager if it meant she could vent her frustrations about Albert without too many questions.
"Man, look at us, sitting here smoking a J, bitching about the chief of police, debating ecological practices. I swear I was supposed to grow up in the sixties or something."