[ Michiru flashes a smile at the girls and tries to suppress the little spike of jealousy she feels. It's a dumb feeling, she knows, and with a tiny, subtle smile at the girls, she touches her hand to Haruka's upper arm.

Huh. She can smell the whiskey from her glass. ]

Ah.. I hope Haruka hasn't been bothering you too much.

[ And then, to her: ]

You are having fun, then. I'm glad to see you enjoying yourself.