Sorry! I lost the email for this because Jax was walking on the keyboard again. >.<
Of course she looks away for a second and the next, Morgan is riiiight up in her personal space. Which would normally inspire her to flinch and reach for her gun. But the thing about tequila is that it tends to drown out those instincts quickly. So instead, she's just staring up at him like an idiot, blinking awkwardly and lightly bracing a hand on his chest.
"Oh. Uh, good. Good. I'm pretty sure it would be lost forever in the pile of movin' boxes if it fell too far."