Isla almost snorts her drink through her nose when she hears Tommy threw her under the bus- unintentionally of course.  Artist? Her? Shit.... "Tommy's too kind. Really." she gazes at her friend snarling at him before turning back to the lawyer. "I...I dabble in performance art really. I wouldn't go so far as to say 'an artist'. " She decides to poke for information while she has the chance. "So..Megan." she feels odd referring to the other woman by her given name. She hands the other woman the bottle of Jamison she'd been nursing, and stands. "What is it you do?<br/><br/>The girl stands  up, her lanky body stretching as she turns with that predatory grin.  Time to lob a soft ball over the plate and see if she swings..."The glasses thing works for you.  Very distinguished...Let me guess... Optometrist? Advertising consultant? Lawyer? " She smiles a bit with that one, and slowly moves closer to Megan, drumming her fingers against the bar-top in front of her. "Hmmm..Naughty Librarian?"<br/><br/>She looks up at Megan, with a toothy grin she leans in to move a stray piece of hair , tucking it behind the lawyers ear. "What brings you here tonight? " She gives a little half smirk , half wink  , "Art lover?"  Isla boldly reaches a hand out to grasp the drink from the lawyer, bringing it to her ownlips and downing it in a single gulp. "I could show you some of my work later..if you'd be interested. "<br/><br/>"For now.." she takes the bottle of Jamison and pours the object of her attention a drink "I don't trust Tommys judgement in whiskey." she leans in close her breath hot almost -ontop- of the other womans ear, "I hear he drinks wine coolers anyhow." She lingers in the scent of the lawyer, and wants desperately to stake her claim, but she holds off, reclining and giving Megan another playful grin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>