David truly couldn't argue with that statement. It was the truth. "Why I am like what?" He asked, more curious than annoyed. Her words had stung just a little, but at least she hadn't said that he was like his father. He set a rum filled shot glass in front of her, "Cheers."
"Mmmmm thank you!" Noelle giggled, sipping happily at her new glass of water, "If I'm not acting like myself, how do I usually act?"