Re: Edge of the bonfire crowd: Pippin/Noah
Man, Noah had rolled into the party to find Holly with his hand on Travis' and he was going to come say hi, but they were having a moment. Something with a bad memory of getting the shit kicked out of Holly. And Noah decided he shouldn't interrupt. He'd swing by once whatever was happening happened and he could actually talk to Holly. Travis kind of put him on edge, so there was that too. And, dude, Noah was feeling on edge, like, all the time now. About the gay thing, or the job thing, or the town thing. Anything. He was keeping to his Xanax dose, the prescribed one, but he was about to get drunk af and he and Holly could Uber back to Holly's place. That was the plan.
So, he wandered. In his sweater and torn pants, he wandered. Parties were hard for him when he was sober, feeling everyone's feelings and stuff. He downed some drinks real fast, then took his Solo cup for a walk, sipping on cheap beer with the foam tickling his nose. For his own sake, Noah should've avoided anyone with bad vibes coming off of them. But, okay, she had some whiskey and she seemed lonely, so he went against his better judgment to talk to the redheaded chick just on the edge of the bonfire. "Dude," he said, coming up her with a smile, "who brings a book to a party?" He asked it good-naturedly, a grin on his face and his tone a light teasing. He plopped himself next to her. "What's it about?"