Re: Evans & Peel: Marta F & Noah N
Marta was definitely without pancakes, and Noah was right in that she was looking to get drunk. Or whatever would bring her some sort of quiet in her mind - some sort of peace.
His laugh though, that was enough to make her smile a little more. The sound was bright, and it was given without hesitation, even if Noah was drunk. There were at least three empty chairs around her, plenty for him to choose from when he sat, and she angled herself toward him when he did, watching. Her eyes were maybe not quite as focused as usual, but they were wide as she looked over at his sprawl, and a little wider when he introduced himself. "Oh. ...oh!" She blinked. "Noah!" She sounded glad to see him. Like they were reunited friends.
Her fear was still there, but it pretty much always was. The surprise of his introduction distracted her enough that she smiled. Or maybe it was that the alcohol was finally starting to dull her edges a little. "Rum and coke," she replied to his inquiry, glancing down at her empty glass. "...I was," she followed up, voice a little sad at the sight of the melting ice. Sad enough that it took another second for her attention to veer back on track toward Noah.
"I don't know Holly." Obviously. How would she know if he was there? She'd thought that Noah was Holly. Earlier in the evening, she would've been looking around for a girl, if asked. But while she might not know him, she whispered back to Noah, "I know." It wasn't quite soft enough to actually be a whisper, but it was delivered with the rasp of an attempted quiet. Not quite a "drunk girl" whisper, but she was on her way.