"Mmmm." Was Holly's only response to that. Telling Tawny that she brought the nuthouse with her whereever she goes would do no good, she'd probably just take it as a compliment. She smirked at that thought as she lowered her head for a moment to concentrate on what she was doing, bending down to lick the edges and seal it. Perfect. Holly was a joint rolling connoisseur, they were always perfect, her own subtle brand of perfectionism. Raising it to eye level for inspection before nodding her head in approval, she reached behind her and across the desk for a lighter and took the joint to her mouth.
Sure, they were in the dorms, but it's not like she gave a fuck. Plus she lit up in her room all the time, never been caught yet (knock on wood). Lighting the end of it, Holly took a long drag with her eyes still on her sister, taking her time blowing out the smoke before saying anything else. She was well aware of her sister's distaste for drugs, or was it just Holly using drugs that she disliked? Either way, it was kinda funny, to Holly anyway. Tawny slit her wrists last month and still she was so visibly disapproving of what Holly was doing right now. Go figure. "What're you gonna do then?"