"Skip the gym? Sometimes. Party? Eh, not so much anymore." It was a fair assumption, and one he got more often than not. It was a stereotype of his appearance, the way he spoke, the job he had. And he was a perfect example of how to fit that stereotype not so long ago, until he'd had enough of it, and wanted something more...something bigger. "I go out with my buddies maybe once a week for a beer. Maybe more during baseball season. Most of the time, though, I'm out exploring in the city...I like to find a good spot and sketch some of the buildings, or make up my own designs." He offered with a shrug.

"If I'm not doin' that, I'm usually workin'...my dad owns the shop, so...you'd think it'd be easy." He smirked, taking a sip of the coffee the waitress had brought over. "I'm actually in a little hot water with him right now. I got busted the other night for trespassing. Like I said, I like to 'explore'. A two hundred dollar fine later, and I get the 'This is where your paycheck is going?!' lecture." 

After a moment, Noah furrowed his brows, shaking his head a bit. "Sorry, I don't usually talk a lot like this. My family and friends aren't really into hearing about it. And I like talkin' about baseball and booze as much as the next guy, but...anyway. Boat clubs and backyard parties for you, you said? See, that's what people around here all make fun of but secretly they all wish they had the dough to do it. I've delivered a few cars out to your neck of the woods before, it's very...clean." He commented simply, that nearly smug grin taking hold of his expression again. "What else do you do for fun?"