You were exhausted. You had just encountered some bounty hunters, and it was a closer call than you would have liked. You were sitting by the campfire, just minding your own business when you could smell the alcohol from a mile away...

Micah was drunk again, stumbling up to you to bother and disturb you for no particular reason. "Ya gonna do any real work, cowpoke?" He slurred out. Quite hypocritical of him, since he hadn't left camp in two weeks.

"Quit being so damn-" hiccup "Lazy!"