The last thing that Olivia had wanted this weekend was a guest. Not that she had anything important planned. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She had absolutely nothing planned for the entire week. No class, no work, no friends trying to talk her into going to the club to pick up guys. For the first time in almost a year she was going to have a week to herself just to be alone in peace and quiet and her fucking best friend had to go and ruin it by getting evicted.
Not that it was really Penny's fault. Her troubles with her landlord were almost the stuff of legend in their small circle of friends. He was one of those overbearing asses who seemed to feel that he had the right to treat his tenants like unruly serfs instead of people who paid him good money just to have a place to sleep that was protected from the elements. He had a nasty habit of showing up when Penny was at work and just letting himself in. That was how he'd discovered that his pretty, young tenant kept more than panties in her panty drawer, namely a bong and a half-ounce of green bud.
Of course Penny could have called a lawyer and tried to see if she could've fought the eviction or even called the cops, but after realizing her landlord was rifling through her panty drawer and that the cops weren't exactly what you'd call drug friendly she decided to cut her loses and just bail. Olivia didn't really spite her for that. Frankly, she would've done the same thing in her place. She just wished she could've found somewhere else to stay.
But it was too late to complain now. Penny was here and there really wasn't anywhere else for her to go besides her parent's house and Olivia wouldn't wish that on her worst enemy. She'd only gone back to her parent's house to live once after leaving for college. As far as she was concerned Christmas, thanksgiving and her mom's birthday were more than enough. Not that she hated her parents. She just enjoyed her freedom.
So here they were sitting on the couch smoking a bong and watching a Wes Anderson movie laughing their asses off. Penny was doing her best to forget about her asshole landlord while Olivia just thanked god silently that at least Penny had been able to keep her weed. If she couldn't be alone at least she could be high.
Besides the weed Penny was at least good for a decent conversation. Unlike most of her friends Penny was neither a boring pedantic bitch nor some dumb slut who only thought about boys and the wonderful things they laid between their legs. She may have been a little flaky, but she was at least reasonably well balanced. Best of all she was funny. Especially when Olivia was high.
Not that their conversation was all that interesting. Mainly they just discussed the constant drag that was their sophomore year of college.
"So what do you think of Professor Grissom?" Penny asked as she packed another bowl.
"Ugh," Olivia said as she lay back against the couch and closed her eyes, "I try not to. He's such an ass."
"Told you," Penny said before lighting the bong and taking a hit.
"I know, I know, but I also know I need that fucking credit if I ever plan on getting my degree," Olivia took the bong as it was offered to her and took a big hit while Penny slowly exhaled a thick cloud into the already smoky living room.
"That sucks," Penny replied casually as she waited for Olivia to pass back the bong, "I'm guess I should be glad I'm going for an art major instead of psyche. I only took his course for the hell of it. Hell, you're going to have him again later aren't you?"
"Don't remind me," Olivia replied after she blew out a large cloud of pollution, "I almost wish I'd taken the scholarship state had offered me now." "I'm insulted, Olivia!" Penny said in mock anger, "If you'd gone to state we'd never have met. Don't I mean anything to you?"
Olivia chucked a bottle cap at Penny's head for being melodramatic. Penny ducked like a good pothead, quickly with more emphasis on keeping the bong upright than on protecting her own skin. Olivia laughed for no real reason besides it felt good.
Penny and Olivia talked for a long time about nothing in particular as Penny packed bowl after bowl into her bong. Olivia quickly forgot her bitterness at the intrusion as they continued to just have fun simply hanging out.
In her haze she realized that she actually missed just hanging out like this. Now days if she had the time to hangout it was spent at bars or clubs instead of just sitting back and relaxing, doing absolutely nothing and loving every wasted second. She knew Penny did this all the time. That was probably why out of all of Olivia's friends Penny was the most laid back.
She was also the prettiest with her shoulder length black hair usually kept tied back in a ponytail or a messy bun or something atop of a pretty face with large, dark eyes above a perfect nose and a small mouth surrounded by thin, but not non-existent lips. Nothing spectacular, but alluring just the same. Her body was nothing to be ashamed of either. Not exactly the body that every girl died for with her smallish breasts and narrow hips. Penny was almost boyish, like a waif model, but it worked for her.
Olivia was actually pretty similar in build, except for her more womanly hips and her slightly larger breasts. Her skin was also darker than Penny's and her hair was almost blonde, but not quite. It had been for a while and she'd been told she looked good as a bleached blonde hussy, but she just let it grow back out and never bothered to go to the trouble of dying it again. Her face was a little rounder, her lips a bit more pronounced and her eyes a little smaller and definitely lighter. Pale blue, the kind of eyes that are almost impossible to read.
Of course, Olivia would never admit to Penny that she thought she was attractive. Not that she was ashamed or anything. She just valued her friendship too much. Olivia had her fair share of sexual experiences with girls, but so far they had all been just one-nightstand type affairs. She liked to consider it just fun, but lately she'd begun to wonder if she might actually be more than a little bisexual. A series of failed relationships with men and the fact that she found herself more and more drawn to other women were just part of the equation. It was something deeper, something she didn't quite want to get into, but something she secretly knew she'd have to deal with at some point.
"Hello? Olivia? Anyone home?" Penny said as she held the bong in front of her. Olivia shook her head a little as if shaking away a fog as she realized she'd been caught zoning out.
"Sorry, did you ask me something?" Olivia said as she took the bong and smiled sheepishly at Penny's slightly mocking look.
"Yeah," Penny said as she scooted into the corner of the couch as she pointed to the television with her thumb, "Want to watch another movie?"
"Um, what time is it?" Olivia asked as she searched her pockets for her lighter. She stopped when it landed in her lap. "Thanks."
"No problem," Penny said with a giggle at how baked Olivia was, "It's only eleven."
