That confidence; it was making Meghan a little bit weak in the knees. Of course Meghan had always considered herself heterosexual, so what was she doing? Why was she drawn to this fabulous young woman? Curiosity perhaps? She continued to bite nervously at her lower lip as she watched the woman size her up…<br/><br/>She let go of her lips and she smiled and nodded when the woman suggested they head to the bar. That would have been the obvious choice, but the fact that Meghan had gone directly to her instead… The girl probably thought Meghan was desperate or something. Yet, the blonde never hesitated for a second; instead she fell in step behind the woman, her eyes watching that hypnotic sway of those very sexy hips. She looked up again when she heard the woman’s voice and she smiled. “Emi… Okay, I’d love one” she said with an almost overeager smile.<br/><br/>When Amelie mentioned Connor she blushed a bit, glancing over to the bridal table… “He’s pretty hot… But the room has so much more to offer” she said making eye contact, hoping she wasn’t sounding too desperate or stupid. She saw the way those beautiful eyes looked her over. It made her look and feel sexy to be looked at that way.<br/><br/>“Yeah, cheers” she said tilting her glass before she sucked back a bit on the straw. The drink was indeed quite tasty. When Amelie asked if she was seeing anything she liked she could only bite her lower lip again her eyes staying glued to the other woman’s as she nodded… She about to offer more of a reply but Amelie mentioned her shirt, then just like that it was gone. Meghan smiled, her eyes dipping low for a moment though she forced herself to look back into the girl’s eyes…<br/><br/>“I think… I think you’re beautiful” she blurted out before she cringed a bit… “I mean… It’s really up to you” she suggested…