The way Isla said her name made Megan have an odd little tingle run up her spine. Her chest strained as she took a deep breath and let it out slow while nervously tugging at the Hem of her elegant dress. "calm and composed Meg, lord what is wrong with you tonight?" she thought. Lost in thought again she missed the short pause while the punk girl decided what to compliment. "thank you" she responded demurely.<br/><br/>"oh I have contacts as well. I can not wear them too often though, I find them hard on the eyes" Another smile curved her lips at the -implied- compliment that she was pulling off the glasses. The lawyer had to appreciate the phrasing but it was almost immediately forgotten under the utterly random reference in the next question. "oh I am a total Velma. I am nearly blind without them." her tone seemed amused and the sentence ended with a melodic little laugh. She took another sip of whiskey and almost choked when the descending booze met the rising laugh at the imagery of Tommy as Shaggy. The result was an odd combination of cough and laugh that took a moment to resolve itself. "Really smooth Megan" she thought and grumbled aloud "shit that burns.<br/><br/>"well that is very kind of you, how can I refuse? Especially Johnny Walker." her smile brightened even more. Despite very clear differences between the two, she was enjoying the company. Even the way she smelled was pleasant. And her smile was so at odds with the punk appearance. "no, no" she reassured the other woman "tommy gave me good stuff. But I did not see that you were hoarding a bottle of Jamison over there. Cheers" she said, holding up her glass. After the cheers she took a big swallow and set the almost empty glass down. "So, Tommy mentioned that you are an artist, what kind of art do you do?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>