David nodded, "That's exactly what I am." He agreed. He was very good at guessing what people wanted to drink, which is probably what got him into trouble with Lexie in the first place. He was very good at mixing drinks for her. "Sure. Another margarita, coming up!" He quickly fixed Noelle's drink and set it in front of her. He glanced at Evan with raised eyebrows, "Do you need another drink?" He asked with a meaningful glance.
"I think it's called fuck, marry, push off a cliff or something. Who would you do is different." Noelle corrected. She eagerly accepted the new margarita, instantly forgetting that she'd been trying to sober up. She sipped away for a moment before answering, "If I had to choose..." She murmured, "I don't know. David's more my type, at least looks-wise, except you're taller and I like that." She shrugged, "But it looks like I'd have competition for David."