If Scout had been in Megan's place, no doubt he would've felt similarly. That is, of course, assuming he would have been in a relationship long enough to warrant meeting someone's family, which - haha - would never happen. Even being around his own family made him want to drown himself in particularly fine tequila - which was what he had been doing before the interruption.
But Megan was welcome. Scout's smile widened when she accepted his offer, though it wasn't a particularly nice smile in and of itself. Then again, nothing about the man was particularly nice, was it? But something much bigger than meanness drew him to Ian's girlfriend. Part of it was likely that she was distinctly off-limits, at least in theory, though she didn't seem to have many boundaries herself. And that she was off-limits because of Ian. Another part was, naturally, she was hot. But - as to whatever the rest of the compulsion was driven by, Scout couldn't say.
He didn't bother to dwell on it. Instead, he sat up on the skinny little bed and tipped the bottle back to take a swig himself before holding it out at arm's length, not bothering to move to put it within Megan's grasp. If she wanted it, she'd just have to come to the bed.
"I guess so," he said with little expression, glancing around the space. Then he smiled again at the girl. "You're going to have to come over here if you want it."