Megan holds her end of the conversation well despite the conflicting emotions she feels. Isla is oddly casual but still flirty and cute. At once Megan is put at ease and on edge and she feels... Off balance would be the best way she could think to describe it. The conversation is mundane enough with Megan closely guarding the truth and twisting it only enough to make sure that her reputation was not at risk.<br/><br/>The touches were seething altogether different. Each -seemingly- innocent contact left a fiery tingle in its wake. Megan rationalized that her reaction was influenced by the fact it had been some time since she had been intimate with anyone. That only starts a critique of the woman she has spent hours talking to. She was attractive to be sure and the crazy style she had was so completely different from Megan's own. Maybe opposites really did attract. "oh my." she mumbled at the mention of the time. She did not think that they had been talking THAT long. She downed the rest of her drink and rose when Isla drug her to her feet.<br/><br/>The walk through the crowd was surreal. She saw everything from street clothes to hard ore fetish wear as she walked through the crowd. A few hands brushed against her and she frowned but noticed Isla slapping many that pushed out to cop a feel. The heat and press of bodies was stifling and she stepped up more closely behind the punk girl leading her. She was glad to break out of the crowd to see the door open before her. The cool air was welcoming and the whiskey lent her curious (or stupidity) enough to step through onto a small landing.<br/><br/>Megan almost fell when she was brought up short but the delicate yet surprising grip on her wrist. The crack of the whip makes her jump and she immediately takes a step back, pressing her back into Isla's chest. She feels a sudden panic but her damnable curiosity goads her on. The words spoken sweetly into her ear make her shiver noticeably and she blushes. "what is going on down there?" she asks, the tension clear in her voice.<br/><br/>Instead of an answer she gets more instruction. The seems no room for debate do she only nods mutely. It was absurd but she felt the Isla would keep her safe. The sounds coming from below them were making her squirm and inadvertently move against the punk girl. When Isla gently turned her head to meet her gave, Megan bit her lip. This was too much, her heart was pounding out of control but she could not pull away. The feeling of her hair being tucked back again made her eyelids flutter and her blush return with a vengeance. She nodded that she understood and repeated back "Johnny Walker"<br/><br/>Isla began to lead again, slipping past. The feel of their bodies sliding together had her arms breaking out in goose bumps. She followed slowly behind, moving just fast enough to not make Isla drag her. "like a safe word." she murmured to herself with a nod. While she was not a kinky person she was well read and had discovered so-called deviant sexual behavior in her sociology class. A few terms had stuck but not much else. She had a feeling that she was about to see things a lot more up close.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>