There was no denying that Leah had been there first, that this was, in fact, her territory, but things like facts and truth meant very little to Micah. At least as far as when it came to dealing with her rival, all she really cared about was getting under the other woman’s skin. “You just gonna keep bringin’ that up every time, Stone? Must think you’re awful special, just ‘cause you got here first.” Her tone made it clear she didn’t share the opinion.
Micah could easily count the number of times she’d let herself get completely toasted on one hand, including this particular instance. So, no. She wasn’t normally a very heavy drinker at all, certainly not an alcoholic by any means. While it was true, she did look more ragged then she had years ago, an apocalypse could wear on anyone. When it mattered, Micah was still as capable as she’d ever been.
Scowling, “You’re full of shit, Stone.” Okay, so on occasion whatever the hell Leah was talking about went over Micah’s head. That was rare, though, and certainly not something she’d ever admit to. As for cheap shots about the pregnancy, well anger was more likely then alcohol to make Micah stoop to that level. Or maybe getting pissed while she was toasted. That would certainly do it too.
The blonde got an obscene gesture for her trouble. No matter how utterly stupid of an idea it was, she’d be back. There was absolutely no way Micah would let Stone get the one up on her, after all, and running away would have definitely given the other woman that advantage.
“Fuck you, Stone," she snarled. She dropped the skates on the ground, then followed suit. Glaring up at the blonde, as she untied her shoes, "I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” No matter how much smarter it would be if she did. Tossing her shoes over where she'd left her bottle of tequila, Micah pulled the skates on, tying them quickly.
With a deep breath she pulled herself up, off the ground, and slid a tentative foot onto the ice. So far, so good. Still holding onto the railing bordering the rink, she slid her second foot out. This was an unbelievably stupid plan, Micah could admit that, at least to herself. Unfortunately, she would never, for any reason, give Leah the satisfaction of backing out. So, with a deep breath, she let go of the railing and slowly pushed away from it. Aside from watching the few people who were on the rink earlier skate around, the brunette had little idea what she was doing. Honestly, she just hoped not to fall down. Equally because that would give Leah any satisfaction, and because she currently had giant blades strapped to her feet.
Micah ignored her companion, focused on her tentative movements instead. When she didn't fall and make a huge ass of herself instantaneously, she became less cautious and went for a slightly bolder stroke. Beginning to feel a little smug, after all this whole skating thing seemed pretty easy so far, she turned her head to shot the blonde a smirk. Promptly falling on her ass instead, letting out a far from muttered, "Fuck," as she landed.