"No," she spat, quite vehemently. Not in the particular instance, there was a tiny bit of truth to the accusation though. "I was sittin' here first, so if anybody is stalkin' anybody, well it's the other way around." The liquor had, unfortunately, made her tongue a bit looser then normal.
"Well give the blonde a cookie! Apparently she's got lots of talents." Rolling her eyes, "La-di-fuckin'-da." Micah hated being gloated at, despised it really. It set her hackles up and made her want to throw something at Stone's stupid, smug face. Stupid, stupid, pretty face.
Brown eyes narrowed. What the hell was she trying to imply with that crack? "Get plenty of exercise Stone." Bottle still firmly in hand, she crossed her arms over her chest, looking very similar to a sulking teenager. Micah was becoming a pro at such childish response around Leah.
Perhaps they had heard the same rumors Maddie had about their encounter a week ago. Or maybe they were just curious about the current rumors swirling around about Leah and Micah's obviously inebriated volume level. No matter, the brunette couldn't care less if they were staring. At least not now. She might care later, when people gossiped about what happened.
Such a stupid taunt, really, but it still irritated her. "There ain't nothin' wrong with my balance." Nothing could make Micah sound more like a sullen teen then dealing with Stone. Though she had no idea how to skate and likely would have done nothing but eat ice should she had tried, she went with the obvious problem. Because, well, it was obvious and when you were pretty well toasted, obvious was your friend. "Got no skates. Can't skate with no skates, Stones."