ᴍɪᴄʜᴏɴɴᴇ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dreadlock) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog, |
Michonne wasn't one for big crowds. She never had been. She preferred quiet and calm, even before the world went sideways. She was often called 'too serious', but what was really expected? Back when work was work and play rarely happened and she never knew what a weekend was anyway.
She still enjoyed the quiet, but she could appreciate interaction a little more. Still, she was cautious about approaching, catching sight of Rick away from the main group after the so called magical bursts had been let loose.
Determination won out over second guessing and Michonne ended up making her way over to Rick's position, her hands filled with a bottle of beer in each. She was limiting herself tonight, three beers and she was calling quits. She'd been off alcohol for too long to dive right back in.
"You look pensive." Habit made her stay out of arms reach, enough distance to dodge the knee jerk reactions, but she offered a small tug at the corner of her mouth, holding one bottle out in question.