Nori furrowed her eyebrows as she looked back and forth Arty and Kameyo. Arty seemed like he was trying to look anywhere but her blue haired roommate and Kameyo was doing her best to turn invisible. Ryva asked Arty a question in what the DJ assumed was Gaelic, resting a hand on his arm. [i]’What’s going on here?’[/i]  the diminutive blonde pondered, eyeing the two of them suspiciously. Avoiding eye contact. Fidgety. Blushing.

[i]’…Do the like each other?’[/i]

The corners of Nori’s mouth quirked up into a mischievous grin. [i]’This is too cute,’[/i] Nori mused. There was nothing Nori loved more than playing matchmaker and this scenario was too perfect for her to pass up. Of course, this is when the drink spilling, genital gesturing blonde stranger from last night chose to enter the café and come over to their table. "You want a drink, bud? Looks like you might need it. Mind if I join you?" the man asked, giving the bottle of vodka a shake. Nori’s nose scrunched up as she looked at the bottle. It wasn’t that she disapproved of day drinking, but she did hate vodka with a passion. Arty thanked his friend but declined the offer for booze, before inviting his friend to join them.

Ryva moved over to sit by Nori, making their side of the booth so cramped that the DJ was pressed flush between the other girls. Not that she minded, the small blonde liked feeling close to other people. Ryva murmured something else in Gaelic that was probably a biting remark in regards to their newest addition, but it sounded pretty in the foreign language. “Heya!” Nori said, nodding at Jake. “I’m not sure that we’ve actually been formally introduced. I’m Nori,” she told him, giving him a grin and a wave.

“So Arty,” Nori said, flicking her eyes back over to the red head. “Doesn’t Kameyo look cute today?” the blonde asked, running a hand over the other girl’s long hair and twirling a lock around her finger. “I picked her outfit out myself,” she explained, giving her coworker a wink. “It suits her, right?”