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[iwasmore]

Noah wishes he could say he's not in his right mind, but he knows exactly what he's doing. He's sober in every possible way, too sober, which is why he's looking for another way to lose himself. He doesn't really do one night stands, which is evidenced by the poor decision he'd made of asking one on a date. Lesson learned, but there's still a problem: he doesn't know anyone else he can have casual sex with. Because that's what he needs right now. He wants that night with Freddie again, where nothing mattered except that it felt good. But Freddie is the only one he can think of to have that with, and he isn't sure Freddie actually wants to see him again.

In the end he decides to try. It isn't like he can humiliate himself much worse than he already has.

He finds Freddie the way he finds everyone else, but walks through the bar's front door like a human. There's a moment of hesitation, a gathering of nerves and courage, and then Noah moves to Freddie's side. "Hey."

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[thisfaceismine]

Freddie's not been here long. He's only about halfway through his first pint, in fact, pausing every now and then to chat with the bartender. His name's Chad, apparently. In his senior year at Barton, studying bio-chem and working at the bar to pay for his books and room and board. He's tall, too. A ginger. Freddie's not yet sure when he's Chad might be off for the night, but it's not as though he has anywhere else to be and he has the feeling he might get another free drink or two if he stays a bit.

And it's not like he doesn't have plenty of other people to look at in the meantime. There's a girl out with her mates, it seems, not too far away. Freddie catches her eye and they share a quick smile. Freddie takes another sip of his pint and nearly jumps a foot in the air when there's someone suddenly right beside him.

"Jesus," he breathes on an awkward laugh before the smile slips entirely. He hadn't honestly thought he'd see Noah again after the other night. Or at least not so soon. And he has no idea how to read the expression on his face either, but it's making him a bit nervous.

He refuses to let it show.

Sitting up a bit straighter, he tips his head back, pulls his lips into a smile. "Fancy seeing you here. Trying to hunt down another date?"