Meaghan laughed. "How dare you?" she said, with mock offense in her tone. "Comparing me to the mere others, to the 'lot of'. How dare you? Who do you think I am? I am better than the lot of them. I am better in more ways than you know and so much I am offended at even the allusion I could be even compared to them."
She laughed again, shaking her head. "Oh, John, do you know how desperate you're starting to come off as?" She had no doubt that he had any reason to be desperate. He was charming, charismatic, sexy, and had a smirk that any straight woman would just want to kiss off his face. But that honestly made it better to tease him because of. "I'm not a tease and, like I said, I'm a bit of a slut. But still." She grabbed her glass and held it to him, a grin at her face. "I'm still pretty damned sober."