"Oh. My. God." Michelle claps her hand over her eyes. "How the hell did she...?" Her index fingers moves up from her middle finger, creating a space in which her eyes could be seen. "Oh, wait. I think I know." She grumbles. "Dirty bastard." She walks over to the bed and sits down next to Teal, poking Elara in the shoulder.

Teal nods once more in Michelle's general direction, quickly throwing out a firm sounding 'Exactly.'. He looks back at the girl laying in his lap, gulping audibly as he watches her giggle-infested, drunkedness-induced actions.

"Dirty Bastard?" she repeats in a childish, questioning tone. She lifts her head to look a Michelle, an unamused look on her face. "Hey, my daddy stopped outside the gate and thought I looked....." she hiccups, "--Looked down, so he gave me thiss BBEEEEEEEGGG-" she measures out the height of a clearly exaggerated bottle with her hands, "-bottle of this, this carmely lookin' stuff!" She grins merrily, reaching her arms out over Michelle's legs. "And he told me to drink like, A LOT of it and I'd feel better and I doooo!" She begins to roll off Teal's lap, and towards the floor.

Michelle automatically reaches over over Elara's abdomen so that she can grab Elara before she rolls completely onto the floor. "Yes. Uh huh. Beer. YOu might feel better now, but come tomorrow you'll be wishing you were dead," Michelle groused with a scowl.

Teal cocks his head a bit to the side at the girl, a bit shocked someone like Elara had actually gotten so overly drunk let alone through her father. "Yeep. That's true." he agrees with Michelle with a simple nod. "..You sure it was only your decision?" he asks cautiously after a moment or two.

Elara rolls back over onto her belly, stretching her arms again. "Whoo CARESS? Not like I even make decisions with daddy!" Her tone seems a LITTLE too care-free for the words. "Ahm too young! Anyway, daddy will be happy tomorrow!" She smiles brightly at Michelle, turning onto her side and practically wrapping her body around Teal. "Since Talonnn's gunna have sex wif mee!" This last part, clearly, was something she'd decided on her own in her drunken state. "Lalalalalaa!"

Michelle's hands fly off of Elara as if they were burned. She then turns a particularly murderous gaze on Teal ."Is that so?"

Teal turns to look at Michelle just in time to see the deathly gaze she was giving him, a frightened feeling quickly coming over him. "S-she thinks s-so! I d-didn't say anything." he quickly tries to defend himself in the presense of the more physically agile girl.

Elara giggles merrily uncurling herself far enough to reach up and grab onto Michelle's shirt. "Michelle can join tooo~!!" she chimes, pulling the fabric like it'd convince her. "Daddy says more people makes it more fun!"

Michelle now merely looks terrified at the thought and tugs on Elara's hands a little more than frantically. "Uh, no. And you're not having sex either, young lady," Michelle says, her voice wavering and her words slow as she struggled not to lapse back into a stuttering habit that she broke just a year before.

Teal quickly shakes his head at the mere thought. "N-no. Out of the q-question." he insists. "Y-you're dad can just l-live with it." he finishes, backing up a bit onto the mattress.

Elara pouts; if she hadn't been completely drunk it might have been seriously adorable. "My daddy isn't the one who'll be living with ittt," she complains, sitting up and on to her knees. She hiccups, swaying a little. "I NEED it." She topples forward onto Teal without warning, they way she fell notifying she probably didn't do it on purthis time. "Or else daddy will be unhappy wif meee."

Elara pouts; if she hadn't been completely drunk it might have been seriously adorable. "My daddy isn't the one who'll be living with ittt," she complains, sitting up and on to her knees. She hiccups, swaying a little. "I NEED it." She topples forward onto Teal without warning, they way she fell notifying she probably didn't do it on purpose this time. "Or else daddy will be unhappy wif meee."

Teal quickly shakes his head at the mere thought. "N-no. Out of the q-question." he insists. "Y-you're dad can just l-live with it." he finishes, backing up a bit onto the mattress.

Michelle now merely looks terrified at the thought and tugs on Elara's hands a little more than frantically. "Uh, no. And you're not having sex either, young lady," Michelle says, her voice wavering and her words slow as she struggled not to lapse back into a stuttering habit that she broke just a year before.

"Yeah?" Michelle murmured, standing up and grabbed Elara around the stomach so that she wasn't sprawled all over Teal. "Well your dad can screw himself."