Noa took the offered glass, smiling in an amused kind of way. “You nervous?” She asked Marina, thinking that she might have been picking up some nerves, but as much as she likes Marina, she’s also a woman that can be hard to read. A little like Noa herself. “We got about five or ten minutes, maybe more than that if I hear the bitches can’t haul that man of yours off the ground.” She tipped back the glass, swallowing down a quarter of the whiskey inside.
It’s been a while since they’ve put together this kind of shindig, but it doesn’t feel wrong to Noa. She’s happy for Vic, and she’s happy for Marina. “‘Cause I think I can still sneak you out the back, if you want,” she added wryly. “Might take a little bit to think up an excuse for Vic, but I ain’t saying I couldn't do it.” Noa never had the big ceremony herself, admittedly she should’ve had the MC gathering at the very least, but it had been only the courthouse for her and Jonny. “You look damn good in that suit though, sweetheart. It’d be a shame to waste all that work.”