Odd was one way to put it. Obnoxiously ironic was another. And just plain shitty was the way that Noah would prefer to put it. You know, if he was actually thinking along those terms. But truth be told, he was doing everything he could to avoid that line of thought. It wasn't as though Noah already didn't think he had shit in common with the ass that was working his way into the bar... wearing some stupid scarf as always. Well they had stuff in common minus fashion sense. But if push came to shove and Noah had to choose... he'd sport a stupid scarf if it meant he could not share the whole jealous bastard tendencies that James had as well.

Noah's hand clenched a little tighter around his bottle of beer as he heard James' footsteps continue through the bar and come to a stop next to him. Fantastic... just fantastic. Yep, Noah had seriously pissed off some gods or screwed up his karma at some point. Granted if he wanted to throw a bit of logic in with his brooding... if there was one person in the world who would understand how he felt... NOPE. Sure as hell not looking at it like that. Fuck that noise.

"What skipping the cosmo tonight?" Noah grumbled out as he listened to James order his drink. Right. next. to. him. How much self control was one were supposed to have the day before the full moon. It was a good damn question and it was going to be put to the test here and now. Good times. Noah turned his direction right back to his bottle of beer and took back a swig. The silence hung there for a moment. Hung there and annoyed the hell out of Noah.

"Say whatever bullshit it is you're going to say." Noah finally blurted out testily.