Tawny didn't say anything as her sister turned around to get something out of her desk, then turned back around and started rolling a joint. She didn't say anything, but there was a slight change in her expression, a small furrow in her brow. Tawny didn't like drugs, any kind of drugs, recreational or otherwise. She didn't like what they did or what they meant, and she especially didn't like that Holly couldn't seem to get enough of them. But what she really didn't like was that she didn't know why Holly's drug use bothered her. It was illegal? Big whoop. Holly was frying her brains cells? Well, that was her problem, not Tawny's. It made her worry about her sister's well-being? That was probably the closest to the truth, but even that didn't really matter to her. No, it just screamed wrong to her, and she didn't know why. Probably never would. But still she didn't say anything. If Holly wanted to get high, she could get high. Whatever. Not her problem.
She rolled her eyes and looked away from Holly and around the room, no longer wanting to study her because she didn't like what she saw. "Thanks, but no thanks," she drawled, a hostile undertone cutting through her voice. "I've had enough of nuthouses."