Re: Side Room Thread - Ellie, Noah, John
Noah had been about to excuse himself when the man who knew Detective Cartwright came stumbling up to the pair of them. His gaze fell enviously on the glass of scotch, the ice cubes clinking invitingly. That reminded him, he wanted a drink. "You mean, besides it being a public restroom in a bar? I can't say that I have." His eyes flicked over to Ellie. "Was something floating when it shouldn't have been?" The pyrokinetic tried to maintain an innocently curious expression, but it was difficult. Mainly because he didn't exactly know how such an expression should look.