The very Miss American, so full of herself and horseshit answer made Micah scoff. In her opinion the other woman just liked to gloat, about anything, anytime she could. For which Micah liked to tear her down as often as possible.
“Sorry to break it to you, Blondie.” She clearly wasn’t, not even a little. “But if you gotta bring it up all the fuckin' time, what you’re feelin’ ain’t pride.” Her face contorted into a little smirk. “It’s insecurity.” Not that she knew anything about that herself, of course.
Unfortunately, though she would never admit it, Leah was right. The alcohol running through her system was not helping the situation at all. Sober Micah would have stayed on her feet a hell of a lot longer, even not knowing what she was doing.
Landing on her ass pissed Micah off. Especially when Leah’s chortle seemed to echo through the makeshift ice rink. She glared up at the blonde, tempted for a second to tell her exactly where she could shove her ice skates and get the hell out of there. Then stubbornness kicked in and, while the glare didn’t budge, Micah was determined to see this challenge through.
The smarmy comment left Micah gritting her teeth almost violently. There was almost nothing in the world that pissed her off more then a gloating Stone, after all. Her mouth curled up in a slight snarl, obviously she didn’t want to accept help from Stone. More then that, though, Micah did not want to end up on her ass multiple times trying to regain her footing. Which she had no doubt would be exactly what happened, or that it would have given the wretched woman far more satisfaction to watch. She visibly hesitated, then, with an almost pained sigh, took the offered hand.
Pulling herself up, she used Leah more to keep her balance then as leverage to get off the ground. The second she was standing, Micah dropped Leah's hand. Now that she was upright once more, she felt slightly more secure. Multitasking was completely out though, so Micah stayed still, arms at her side (just in case flailing became necessary at any moment). "My balance is just fine, Stone." Glaring down slightly at her feet. "Just gotta adjust to these skates, is all. Just got 'em, ain't never worn 'em before." Obviously. You had to love drunk logic, though.
Thinking, fuck it, Micah picked up her slow, unsteady stroke. Deciding this time she wouldn't get cocky so damn fast and end up on her ass again.