Maybe Aaron wasn't drunk, but Michelle was well on her way. She always started off the evening with plans to stay at a buzz, but for one reason or another, she seemed to attract people with shots. And there was just a part of her pride that had difficulty turning them down until she felt a little iffy on her feet.
She had been heading to the kitchen to start her water plan- one sip water, one sip alcohol- but found someone in her way. She watched him plop a few ice cubes in a cup and fill it up with water, and well, fetching her own ice cubes sounded a little difficult and this was Aaron, so he would definitely share.
"For me? Thanks!" Slender, neatly painted fingers, reached around him to snatch the cup from him and take a gulp.
Which she promptly choked on (and very nearly spat right back out) as she shoved the cup back toward him roughly. "That's tequila. Holy shit, that's tequila," she wheezed, making a pained face.