Oh that definitely got a reaction out of the little princess. Meg smirked as she was hit and landed on her hands and knees in the floor, the slightest smear of blood at the corner of her mouth. "Take it outside." That was all she heard before some guy in an apron was standing between them, his big arms crossed. Talk about a mountain man, the beard the god awful hair. Meg knew she could take him with no effort, but she didn't want to rock the boat so early.
"Hey, she hit me, no need to get all defensive." Meg pulled herself up from the ground and downed the last of her drink with a smirk. "Barbie's got a nasty right on her." Her eyes were a little cold, though the expression on her face was a playful one. Meg left some bills on the table and headed for the door, wiping at her lip and she sucked the blood from her finger. Oh only if Sam were there she could torment him with that alone.