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[noah]

"Yeah, well, we'll see girlie. As tough as you are, I still wouldn't put money on you." Smiling, the Cavanite leaned to the side, propping himself up against the wall besides them with his arms folded as he looked down at the girl with another chuckle escaping him.

"Well, we both know you'll look gorgeous in either, and since it's not a date, I'm not allowed to request something to show of those legs of yours, so, I guess it's just up to you." His smile tilted, crooked and bemused as he imagined Morgan showing up in a skirt for the Bar and Grill or perhaps sweatpants if he decided to take her out somewhere extra nice. Either way she would look great and he'd compliment her enough - simply platonicaly of course - to keep her from feeling out of place no matter where they went.

"So, tomorrow then?"

[morg]

Noah would be ambivalent about the whole thing. Then again, it was a "nondate," so Morgan supposed Noah wasn't obligated to give details. Still, he clearly didn't know how difficult it was being a girl.

"Ought to show up sweaty and nasty," she teased back, still grinning. She did that a lot around Noah for some reason. Jon too, but she was desperately trying to forget about Jon for the time being.

She walked toward Noah, moving around him at the last moment, smirking up at him. Every movement spoke of the confidence that the youngest Cavan loved to display.

"Tomorrow it is," she agreed, nodding. Then, she popped up on her toes and gave Noah a completely platonic peck on the cheek.

Still smirking, and now fighting the urge to twirl a curl, Morgan headed for the exit of the antechamber, though she did look over her shoulder, once. You know, just to see how Noah took it.

[noah]

Noah followed Morgan with his eyes as she circled him, amused at her antics. Though, he did tone down his smile just a bit, determined to be terribly cool and nonchalant, as always. Besides, it was more fun to keep people guessing every once and a while. He would be the first to admit however, that her kiss caught him off guard, and his smirk didn't stay hidden for long as the brunette headed out of the Antechamber.

She cast him a second look just as quelled the urge to touch the spot on his cheek she had kissed and jammed his hands in his pockets lazily. He sent one of his naturally charming winks her way, followed by another brilliant smile.

"Tomorrow." With a salute, he turned and headed the other way, having spotted some friends at the Almasy table he needed to talk to.