comfort {complete}

19

"Who's your favorite sibling?"

I swish my wine around in my mouth, thinking. Noah's eyes are locked on mine, a steadily-broadening smile on his attractive face. I lean my cheek into my hand and nod, deciding my answer.

"Becca, for sure. She's fucking hilarious. And I respect her on so many levels. She doesn't let any men step on her, but she will for sure step on someone else to get where she needs to be. And I mean; you gotta do what you gotta do."

"Right, of course," he agrees, grinning. "Lois is my favorite sister, if you were wondering. But we have a half-sister, too, the kid my mother had with that guy at her office. While she was married to my actual dad, because we're dysfunctional."

"It's okay, functioning is for the weak."

He laughs and spins around on his stool, just a little more than a little tipsy. His knees knock against mine and he smiles apologetically but doesn't stop spinning.

"You know, Stephanie; I haven't known you that long, but I think you're lovely," he informs me, smiling in a completely non-romantic and I'm-drunk way.

"I think you're lovely, too, Noah."

"Well, that's a relief."

He keeps spinning.

a/n: just so we're clear, this is not a romance yet. she's still kinda iffy on the male population, she's just drunk right now. and also, noah's cool.