That wasn't good, considering he'd been bored off his ass for the past hour or so. Noah's eyebrows raised and he signaled the bartender for a drink and was promptly ignored. Well. He could wait, who needed a drink?
He did, he definitely needed a drink.
Noah's eyes scanned the crowd quickly, wondering if his brother had shown up and hoping he hadn't. He couldn't imagine what a scene Martin would create, in public, if he found him with Odette, or at least---not with, sitting near and starting a conversation with. Martin had gotten absolutely ridiculous with...what Noah could only perceive as jealousy or something just as ridiculous about it, so. It would benefit the younger brother greatly if he was left without the annoying presence of his brother.
"Anything I could do to change that?" he added, attempting to be nonchalantly as he glared down the bartender. Really, he was doing a bloody shoddy job at his--job. Maybe you had to be a world famous quidditch player to get this guy's attention, which meant he should definitely make it known that if you were anything less to not even bother.
Right, that was just the nerves, Noah. Giving up, he looked over to Odette with a shrug, a quick smirk appearing on his face.
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