Millie gave Victor a look when he handed the drink to Logan, but she kept her mouth shut. She wasn’t the girl’s guardian, and she was only a few years older than her, if that. Technically, Millie shouldn’t even be drinking yet, but she’d been drinking long enough to hold her liquor. Some of the Wolves joked that Hayden must have laced her baby milk with rum, her blood was 50% alcohol. Logan, though, well she was a newbie and Millie was willing to bet that she hadn’t been raised the way Millie had; she’d had a richy-rich upbringing, she wouldn’t be used to the effect alcohol had on an individual and something in the back of Millie’s head said she should keep an eye on the girl, make sure the increased alcohol levels in her system didn’t loosen her tongue. 

“You’re going to want to take it easy with that,” She warned, gently, “It’s strong stuff, you might wanna cut it with something. Coke, lemonade?”

Millie glanced over at the table where Angel was with the others, noting the glasses in front of her friend. Clearly, the other wolves were more eager to let go than she was tonight, but looking at the Lost Ones Victor had pointed out earlier, Millie didn’t feel like letting loose, she felt she’d much rather keep her guard up. They weren’t against playing dirty, no matter how peaceful the hippies claimed to be. Sure they weren’t the fire starters that many of the Wolves were, but nor were they saints. Millie saw Angel say something to the others at the table and get up, moving towards a couple of Lost Ones. She watched, remembering Angel’s rule of no trouble tonight and wondering what her next move was going to be.

The flirting didn’t surprise Millie, it was a classic girl move she had used plenty of times in the past, herself, when she didn’t feel like scaring people into doing what she wanted. In truth, it was a rare occasion that Millie was pushed to such extremes, but it wasn’t completely unheard of. Millie didn’t [i]have [/i] to worry about Angel, for two reasons. One, it was Angels job, as the leader, to worry about everyone else. And two, Angel could more than take care of herself. Still, Millie couldn’t help but keep an eye on the girl she’d grown up with, knowing all of the other Wolves would more than likely be doing the same, in case Angel’s interaction didn’t go the way their Alpha was intending it too. Deon’s fight was still in play, but Millie only cast an occasional glance that way, just to confirm that Deon was still on his feet and winning.