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Fingers scratching the back of his neck, he smiled briefly, nodding. "It's alright, you don't need to make it clear. We're all a little on edge. Well, all of the sane ones are," he chuckled, tapping the counter to get the bartender's attention. "What would you like, Noah?" he asked, manners getting the best of him in that moment. Even if he was having sex multiple times a day, he wasn't a bottom-feeder. He was raised in an extremely strict family, and some things just don't go away.
"It's very sweet that you think there are any sane ones of us left," Noah crooked a brow, managing to find a little of himself within the mess of insecurities buzzing around his head. "Oh, uh," he blinked up at the drinks list for a moment, before a slightly mischievous smile found it's way to his lips. "How do tequila shots sound? S'been a while since I got thoroughly wasted, and tonight seems like the night don't you think?"