*megan's eyes lift to his face at the mention of leather. Now she really does not understand what is going on. This all seems so surreal and another nervous little laugh slips out as she wonders if she should look around for the Mad Hatter's tea party. Abruptly though, she clears her throat softly and to cover her momentary day dream and focuses on what he is saying.<br/><br/>Though Tommy appears to be a rather in control sort he seems like he is trying to convince her of something. She shakes off the suspicion though. He appears to be the host so that -is- his job. Something tickles the back of her mind though. Something in his phrasing sends up a red flag. Like minded individuals, Human limits, testing boundaries... All of these things should have been enough to have her excuse herself and leave. Again, her curiosity got the better of her though and again she ran her fingers through her hair. "what is the worst that could happen" she asked herself and again the perception of safety in public kept her there.<br/><br/>The grip on her wrist sent a shiver through her and before she could offer a protest Tommy was dragging her toward the small bar. She stammered a minor protest but did not put up much fight. Truth be told, a drink sounded perfect under the circumstances. Settling daintily into the seat, she chewed lightly on the inside of her lip. "can I get a Whiskey neat please?" she asked, noting Tommy's eyebrow raise just a little. She was used to the reaction though. Most people did not expect cute little her to drink like a grown up. She gave him credit though, he hid his surprise very well. "He must have one hell of a poker face." she thought only to be jerked back to the conversation.<br/><br/>She chided herself again for letting her mind wander. This was not like her at all. She was always focused, so what was with her tonight? She turns to face the woman Tommy is trying to introduce her to. "Isla, that is a very unusual and very pretty name. I'm Megan." immediately she cursed herself. She should have given a different name just in case. "it is a pleasure to meet you as well."<br/><br/>Megan's eyes slowly move over the punky woman. She finds herself liking the chaotic, multicolored hair. It was such a foreign look, shocking to her, that she could not stop the smile from forming on her lips. Her eyes traveled over the tattoos and the leather and while the style was outlandish to her, somehow it all seems to form a pleasing esthetic. "I like your hair." the words had barely cleared her lips before she mentally chastised herself again. She felt so dumb, wondering how the punk girl would take it. She half-expected the girl to assume it was an insult and just beat her up. Thankfully Tommy's timing was perfect and she grabbed her drink, taking a long swallow and letting the alcohol burn its way down.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>