Mustapha stared at the Scot for a few moments and blunk quickly. She burst into such a fit of giggles she nearly fell off the bar counter top. "Only you could say that..." She said, her vcoice still jumping excitedly.
She looked from Meat to her hands, "Well... I am exactly sixteen in... 7 months, 2 weeks, 5 days and a few hours..." She mumbled counting on her fingers carelessly. "Does that count for anything?" She smirked somewhat hopefully.
Meat shrugged her shoulders and grinned up at Mustapha.
" Ah guess it migh' count fer summat." she said slowly, standing up off her stool and walking around to the back of the bar, not even thinking that what she was about to do would probably get her murdered by the Bad-Arsed Babe, and searching around until she found another bottle of beer.
"Here," she handed it over to the younger girl " Let's jus' say this will bring ye' closer tae becoming a woman."
Mustapha stared at the bottle in Meat's hands and swallowed hard. She raised an eyebrow at it and took it gingerly. Staring the the lid, she blushed, not believing what was in front of her. She opened it slowly and sniffed it warily. "Er... are you sure?" She said with a little sheepish smirk.