She works on her cocktail as quickly as she can -- Megan does not know how to pace herself even on her best days, but she's not a casual drinker, she's either sober or pants-on-head drunk, or in the process of changing between those two states. She also needs to catch up a little since she's just now starting, so when she's done she starts on vodka shots with no chaser. "Yeah! I mean, nobody got all weird at me, and I'm like, 100% sure I'm straight. Well, 90%, anyway. They're having a drag king pageant next week, it's gonna be awesome." So that might be the 10% there.

Even with her wings folded tight to her back, she has to lean forward when people walk behind her to keep them from bumping against them -- which isn't a big deal, it's just annoying, like having people constantly brushing shoulders with you. "Howl Barrow has the craziest clubs but I guess it's kind of over-the-top for most people?" Lesser people, heh heh. "Or -- around TMU there's some good dive bars, but like, mostly across the river, south, in Griss Twist. I've heard things about Mafaton but I've never been."

... thank God, because that won't end well.