As they sat there, the smoke starting to fill the car, Monroe’s eyes traveled from Olli back to her sister, back to Olli. She’d been eyeing their conversation on the Harmony message board with interest, and seeing them squash their differences (in their own way) was a relief to Monroe. Marley could have a strong personality and when she thought she was right, she didn’t back down easily. Or at all, really. It was a Bradford trait. The holiday might actually turn out to not be a complete waste of calendar space.
“Aw, are we having a reconciliation over a peace pipe?” Monroe cooed, the cannabis bringing out her silly side. “How fitting.” It was actually kind of adorable. The girls didn’t have many townie friends and it did eat into their social life. They had to search out parties, much like they were doing now, and often times they weren’t exactly invited to any of these places. They tended to “stir the pot” (pun intended) or picking spats with the locals out of boredom. However, with the mixture of marijuana and amiable atmosphere, Monroe felt unusually friendly.
“You are a hippie,” She stated, glancing up at Marley. “and Bradley Cooper has a great body but he’s no M.M.” She leaned up to take her purse into her own lap. “Now Leonardo DiCaprio circa-Inception? He’s a sheriff I could get behind.” Digging through her purse she let out a giggle. “Is it just me or is there like so much gay-centric tension in that movie? I kept expecting Leo to tongue kiss that one kid from Third Rock From the Sun.” Another fit of giggles exploded. She lifted her hands to her mouth to stifle them. “That would have been so hot.” Monroe suddenly declared, her eyes big.
Boy, smoking pot could lead to the most oddest of subjects.