It was no secret that Meat Loaf was no ordinary girl. She was one of several Bohemians that let all kind of junk accumulate into her hair (sweet wrappers, bits of ribbon and string etc.) and wore mostly leather, fishnets and metal. Not that any of the Bohemians were what you could call normal anyway. But Meat… well, she was different.

Hyperactive, usually drinking or smoking, and a bit of a nymphomaniac. These things everyone knew about, though there was one thing about her that only one man knew.
When away from all the other Bohemians, alone, or else with Britney, Meat could be a complete and utter girl.
It was something Brit had discovered a few weeks after Meat had joined them, something he still remembered.

'Well Natalie… welcome to the Heartbreak Hotel!' Brit said, his voice slightly higher than it had been previously. A small girl, no more then twelve years old, glared at him.
'Don't call me Natalie, Brit' the girl told him, her Scottish accent thicket than ever.
'Well then what'd you like me to call you?' Brit asked, rolling his eyes, his voice now deeper – quite obviously false.
'Um…' she stared at the posters on the walls and squinted at an extremely faded one. 'Meat Loaf' she read the writing aloud and nodded. 'Call me Meat Loaf'
'Well alright, Miss Loaf,' Brit grinned. 'Let's introduce you'.

It had been after the introductions that Meat had shown her true colours.

'Meat? You in there?' Brit knocked on the wall next to the hole used as a door that was currently hidden by a large piece of fabric.
'Um, yeah, one second!' he heard Meat's reply, probably slightly louder than she'd originally entended.
'Meat…?' Brit lifted the fabric and saw Meat hastily trying to stuff something small and fluffy into a bag. 'Whassat?' he asked, tilting his head to the left slightly.
'Oh, um, nothing.' Meat tried to block his view of the bag but was too late, he had already picked up the bag and was looking inside.
'Is this a teddy?' Brit asked, pulling the small ball of fluff out of the bag, that was, sure enough, shaped like a bear.
'Yeah, so?' Meat snapped, her face turning redder by the second.
'So nothing. I think it's cute,' Brit grinned and Meat laughed, pulling the bear away from Brit and hugging it tightly.

Meat walked into her room (well, 'her room', it was shared with Britney and a few others, just with a curtain drawn down the middle) and spotted Brit sitting on the mattress they called a bed, holding a very familiar ball of fluff.
'Oi, what're you doing with that?' Meat raised an eyebrow as she took the bear from Brit. It looked just like it had when she'd first arrived. Dirtier, and with a little less stuffing thanks to the tear in its back, but still the same.
'Nothing,' Brit smiled, watching Meat as she hugged the bear. After another minute, Meat carefully set the bear down on the floor. She then turned to face Brit, a wicked grin playing on her lips, and almost leapt onto him, pressing her lips against his.

An ordinary girl? Certainly not.