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Noah liked the life he lived. Working on cars, playing with guitars and boys, spending time with his band and perform every now and then in a shady bar. This Friday was no different. He spend the entire day in his garage, tinkering in his overalls, smoking his cigarettes, and almost forgot he had a gig in some local bar.
Late, as usual, Noah arrived at the bar while his band mates were already sound checking. The place was quite crowded, plenty of the usual crowd but also some new faces. His attention was soon drawn to the friend group gathering at the bar. It was pretty much all he could see before the lights dimmed in the bar, and the band played their set.
He was sweating and a little out of breath, while singing and playing through their last song. And that's when he noticed Sam in the crowd. Lips curled up in a wicked grin, and his eyes remained on the guy, the people around him suddenly not as interesting anymore. Eye contact was kind of his thing, anyways.
"Sammie Samwich, is that you?" He mused, swinging an arm along his shoulder and grinning in amusement. "Never mind, don't answer that. I recognized that little dimple from afar." While saying that, he moved his free index finger and thumb to softly pinch Sam's chin, smirking softly. Because, personal space isn't a term that Noah is familiar with. "It'sbeen fucking forever, hasn't it? You want an autograph?" - Noah's grin only widened, pulling back to take a sip from his drink while he scanned the other.
