Meg grins as she tosses back half of the drink the bartender gave her. She'd gotten used to how quickly this body gave into intoxication over the years. The Masters girl could hold her liquor like a champion. This one. . .not so much.
It wasn't so much that she wanted to talk to him. Well, no, she did to an extent. He was the only one she recognized around here right now. Well. . .she recognized Buffy, but in a different way.
Besides he seemed to get so annoyed when she did speak to him, it was too much fun not to.
"Listen. You just cost me two hundred bucks and a one night stand. You can sit here and talk to me." She took another swallow. "Or sit here and let me talk to you. I'm not picky."