It's unprompted and out of the blue, and she appears at Megan's elbow as if by magic, fading in from the crowd at the bar, dressed in leather trousers and high heeled boots and a man's white shirt left half-unbuttoned. Legs, it seems, are in, and hers apparently go on for miles. There's a tumblr of some amber liquid in her hand and a smear of blood-red lipstick on the glass. "You do that marvellous pole act- I keep meaning to tell you how much I like it, but you know what work's like." A vague wave of the hand. She's not quite drunk, but she's on her way- not that Irene needs an excuse like drunkenness to talk to people. She doesn't know Megan's name and hasn't spoken to her before, not really, but Megan is difficult to miss and she does like her act.
"Why don't you finish your drink so I can buy you another?" she says, the words of an offer in the tones of a command, a reckless, red smile on her face. "Consider it a gift from a fan, or a friendly gesture from one coworker to another, or just a free whatever-it-is-you-drink. Whatever you like; I don't mind."
Yes, definitely on her way to being drunk, but she's a little more sober than she's acting. It's a habit.
and then I remembered Megan is 19 and...decreeped this tag slightly
It's unprompted and out of the blue, and she appears at Megan's elbow as if by magic, fading in from the crowd at the bar, dressed in leather trousers and high heeled boots and a man's white shirt left half-unbuttoned. Legs, it seems, are in, and hers apparently go on for miles. There's a tumblr of some amber liquid in her hand and a smear of blood-red lipstick on the glass. "You do that marvellous pole act- I keep meaning to tell you how much I like it, but you know what work's like." A vague wave of the hand. She's not quite drunk, but she's on her way- not that Irene needs an excuse like drunkenness to talk to people. She doesn't know Megan's name and hasn't spoken to her before, not really, but Megan is difficult to miss and she does like her act.
"Why don't you finish your drink so I can buy you another?" she says, the words of an offer in the tones of a command, a reckless, red smile on her face. "Consider it a gift from a fan, or a friendly gesture from one coworker to another, or just a free whatever-it-is-you-drink. Whatever you like; I don't mind."
Yes, definitely on her way to being drunk, but she's a little more sober than she's acting. It's a habit.