Fashion sense certainly wasn't something that James and Noah had in common seeing as how James had some and Noah had, well, none. But that was neither here nor there at the moment. What they did have in common, however, was that they were both here for the same reason, because of the same girl. Natalia just had a way of driving men to drinking. Granted, he had not encountered the situation quite as directly as Noah had, but that didn't mean he had any less of an idea about what was going on. People talked. Halcyon was not so very big that things didn't get around.

"No, no Cosmo for me tonight though it looks like you're having a double shot of self pity over there." Trading insults was not the way to really start a conversation, but neither of them would claim to be or ever could claim to be masters of the art form.

"I have absolutely nothing to say whatsoever." James stated as he graciously accepted his drink from the bartender who seemed slightly anxious about the conversation the two of them were having. "She's good at it though, isn't she?" He asked, a slight smirk gracing his lips. "The stringing one along bit." He felt quite the same.