"Huh. Well, I guess you lost out on the fascinating cat-stuck-in-a-tailpipe incident we had going on earlier today." Lies. All lies. Nothing nearly that exciting had happened to him for days. But disguising this fact under the pretense of light sarcasm felt better than admitting the truth of it. The truth that he was more in danger of getting a papercut than a decent case.
He relaxed his arms, sliding his elbows down onto the bar top. Something told him that Noelle really wasn't intent on grilling him about whose cars were the latest to be towed off as wreckage; call it experience, or maybe just the way she appeared to be more focused on downing a gulp like a seasoned sailor. For someone who could throw back a line of vodka shots without so much as blinking, he had to admit he was almost impressed at that.
"They give you more than a minute to finish your drink here, you know."