Re: Evans & Peel: Marta F & Noah N
There was nothing inside Marta's head. It was like, an absence. Noah really tried to focus on her. He didn't know if that made a difference in his 'ability' or whatever it was, but he did try. Either the Xanax was doing great or she wasn't thinking of much, or both. So, instead of being distracted from the strain he was getting from Holly—now Holly's own flat tone and another, like, English one, discussing, what? The British man not being unattractive? Being able to get a following on Pornhub?—it was bored into his head. Noah groaned a little and tried to shove it all aside.
"I need another drink, bro." He sat up from his slouch. "Want another one of..." He tried to remember her drink. "...Those?" With a great deal of effort, he stood, hands on the back of the chair, and he blinked at Marta. Snippets of emotion, of talk regarding the British man's sexuality, it was coming in now, too much, and Noah really didn't want to know, dude. He had no interest in hearing any of this. He'd get a shot of something and another drink, he decided. He waited for Marta to give him a yes or no, his gaze on her questioning.