"D'you want another?" Megan asks, indicating his drink -- before he answers she lurches forward precariously, waving her arm at the bartender to get them both another. He did say he was planning on it! She's helping! "That sucks," she adds as a bit of an afterthought, "about where you come from, I mean. It seems like everywhere kind of sucks, really.

"I did a round earlier! I'm a bit shit at it, but I've got massive stones, so yeah. My date," she waves a hand at the stage, where he's flirting with some other girl -- not that she cares or anything, "went all hipster on me and it wasn't fun anymore."

It was also not fun because she's still not ready to be messing around with boys again, nor is she ready to dip her toes into the quagmire of jealousy he's trying to stir up, but she'll never admit it. As far as she's concerned, nothing happened.