It's not bad...

Tucked safely away from clustered couples and the crowded party room, Megan took advantage of the corner to take an experimental sniff and sip of the beer she'd managed to get. It was something she had always wanted to try and something that her parents - well, her father - had never let her drink. The vaguely sweet, vaguely bitter fluid was mildly disappointing. It wasn't bad, but with all the hubbub about it she expected... more. She wasn't sure what, just more.

Still. It wasn't bad.

She watched the party from the corner she'd picked, a little uncomfortable from the ever-growing crowd showing up. As she watched, Megan drank from the plastic cup - the taste was growing on her, as was the totally unrelated warm tingly feeling she had from being out and about and free to do what she wanted. She tipped the cup to her lips again, finding only foam; she frowned into it, disappointed, but someone pressed another into her hands quickly. "You look dry," she heard, looking up.