I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Just as impossible as it was for Oliver not to look over at them constantly, it was impossible for Noah not to notice. While his comrades had consumed enough alcohol not to notice, Noah had only had two drinks. Compared to what Weaver would have forcefully served him, they were weak. The blond man watched the other -- an outsider, surely -- for quite some time. He still participated with his hunter friends, but as time went on they slowly staggered up and home on their own accord, or for a few of them with their wives finding them at their table and dragging them away.
Eventually, it was just Noah.
Motioning for the bartender, Noah lifted his glass slightly. The man noticed and started fixing the drink for him. The Olson looked then to Oliver, hoping to catch his eye. If he did, Noah would motion for the other man to join him, just as the server set a new, full glass down on the table.
NOAH
