Re: open to anyone!
Megan squeaked and leaned against her, giggling helplessly. She wasn't even drunk yet, was the thing. A little stoned still from this morning, but definitely not enough to impair her. She was just... Megan. "No, I'm Crysta! From Fern Gully!" Not that she expected anyone to have seen that movie except her, the lover of cartoons, Disney or not. (Even if The Little Mermaid made her cry, and not in a happy way.) Really it was just an excuse to not wear pants.
"Hey! How old are you? They won't let me near the booze, it's um--it's totally discriminatory. I could be 21." No she couldn't. "And I was promised alcohol." She hadn't tried the punch yet, but it looked normal to her, and she'd forgotten to bring her flask, so she was bone-dry. "Not that this isn't... you know. A cute party and all."
Just... not really her style. She shouldn't have been surprised, she'd been told what it was like her, but still. She was.