That was really the problem, wasn't it. That neither of them could ever just let anything go. Everything had to be taken as some huge, personal challenge instead of an obvious, childish remark not worth getting upset over. Oh well. No one had ever accused Micah of being mature.
Throwing her arms out, in an obvious look around you gesture, "Yet here you are again, in my space, botherin' me, Stone." Crossing her arms back over her chest. "Seems pretty fuckin' stalker-ish to me," she snarled.
True, Micah did have a bad habit of gloating anytime she happened to be better. She was just so deeply resentful of the blonde though, she couldn't help but rub salt in any and every wound she could reach. The desire to make Leah feel the same way she did was a strong, if not completely logical, one.
That got an exaggerated, scornful eye roll as Micah took another sip. The brunette didn't argue though, she wouldn't be at all surprised if Stone did have more useless talents then she did. It was easy to accumulate arbitrary talents when your life was as easy as she believed Leah's was.
While at that particular moment she was drunk as a skunk and sitting on her ass, Stone seemed to be implying that was all she did, and that made no sense to Micah. There were many things the blonde could have insulted that did make sense, that were obvious touchy subjects, but Micah's physicality just wasn't one of them. She spent almost every morning in Sing Sing's cozy little gym, or running if she didn't feel like being cooped up. And though the well stocked cafeteria at Sing Sing was helping her gain the weight back, at the moment she was still a bit underweight.
Her tone spoke volumes to how ridiculous she felt Leah was being. "Once again you have no idea what you're talkin' about." Shaking her head, "Color me fuckin' shocked." Who knew someone could be so utterly scornful over something so stupid. The obvious insults about Leah's weight gain went unspoken. Despite how little Leah might have thought of her, even Micah thought it was unnecessarily low to insult her pregnancy.
"Fine," She all but growled at the other woman as she stood. Setting her, nearly empty now, bottle on the ground. It was stupid. Completely, utterly stupid, but dammit if she could let the obvious challenge go. "I'll go look in storage, then." Narrowing her eyes at the blonde, "You're not here when I get back, I'm gonna assume you're a chicken shit." Of course, it would be better for both parties if Leah simply decided to take off before she got back.
Having already turned to leave, Micah missed the near fall. Too focused on making quick work of the walk to storage despite her inebriated status. While the drink made her tongue looser, the rest of her reflexes remained, for the most part, in tact. Digging around for the right size skate, which they did manage to have, only took a few minutes. Skates in hand, Micah returned to the rink determined to prove Leah wrong.