"Come. Sit. Drink and be merry with me. Please." There was no need to fake her current state or pretend she wasn't two drinks deep and in a happy state. Micah had spent the last few nights switching between his own bed and the hideaway bed at his best friend's, leaving her to her own devices most nights. Seeing as how he was the best kid and very rarely got in any trouble, she didn't mind that he treated their own home as a way station and came and went as he pleased. The last threat had been months ago and she'd sober up real quick if any danger presented itself. She patted the stool next to her. "Please." She pleaded the word again. "I just want to drink and possibly dance in a little bit. The only other thing occupying this brain of mine at the moment is my boy and he's good so join me."