Isla downs one, then a second shot of Jamison, intending to get intoxicated, but not drunk. -something- to take the edge off.   She watches as Tommy goes to work on the Lawyer...if anyone could convince her to stay...it was Tommy.  Tommy'd convinced her to do allllll sorts of horrendous shit she'd rather die then admit to doing...<br/><br/>Tommy raises a brow , "Nah! Yr not that out of place!" he starts, trying to think of a good cover story. "We just sent out a few invitations tonight to prominent socialites for tonight festivities! You're the first ta show up...I can only tell as well..yr...not dressed in leather." he smiles charmingly and gives Megan a wink. "I'm Tommy. I tend bar here at Changs' " he starts, "We're..ermmm...a social club ."  his smile is immediately calming and heavy with a Queens accent, "We're  ya know...a group of like minded individuals...we're artists..mostly. " He smirks knowing that THAT particular line always went down smooth for the wealthy, "We're performance artists. Tonight's our monthly show. The bottom dwellers..they're uh..They're a performance art troupe that specializes in  spectacle.  Ya know..the shit we call art these days in manhatten right?!" he laughs,nudging the lawyer,"But no ..yak now..it..it's a show about uh.. the human limits. How far one's boundaries can be pushed. You know..stuff business sorts eat up!" he shakes his hands nervously, "present company..excluded..I mean .um..Lemmie get you a drink."   He grabs Megans wrist before she can say 'no' and pulls her over to the bar. "Sit sit! Drinks are on the house for those with invites! What can  I get ya?"!<br/><br/>He asks as he moves behind the bar.  There are only three seats at the bar, and one is occupied by Isla...<br/><br/>Isla who is giving him the devils eyes , wanting a introduction. "OH!" he remembers his 'manners' , "This fetching piece of shit sitting next to you is Isla..she's..one of our...erm...artists." He nods and Isla just glares at him for a moment before turning in her chair and offering a warm is not slightly unsettling grin and a little wave before extending her hand, "It's a pleasure."<br/><br/>Islas voice is thick, and made huskier from the whiskey, but she's still fairly sure the lawyer won't recognized it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>