Michiko had not touched a sip in alcohol in almost a year and it had been easier than she thought it was going to be. It was for Monkey, therefore it had been easy, but now that she had actually given birth to him and she wasn't nursing him, she could drink. Just one beer, she had said, or maybe one of those drinks that tasted like skittles... well... a few skittles drinks later, she was stumbling toward Hunter.
"Hunt!" she said pulling her own jacket around her. "Hunt! I'm too drunky," she pouted, leaning into the older girl. "How's Monkey boo?"