Arty's internal squirming was interrupted by the familiar sound of the Gaelic language. Looking over to see Ryva, of course, speaking in a slightly hushed tone and asking if he was okay, the giant couldn't help but be reminded of home for a moment, he rarely spoke the language here in Shine City and even more rare was he to find someone to speak it back. [color=00a651][b]"Tá mé go maith, ach píosa caillte ar fhocail. Nach n-úsáidtear chun aird seo go léir."[/b][/color] Arty said with a small smile for reissuance before turning his attention back to his coffee. As Ryva changed seats and muttered the insult Arty couldn't help but choke on his coffee slightly, though it was more out of worry than a chuckle. [color=00a651][i]"I'm not on the clock. Please don't make me break up a fight..."[/i][/color] Arty though to himself with a unheard groan. He was half way picturing the two performers duking it out in the middle of the coffee shop when Nori spoke to him. He was almost relived, hoping that the DJ was going to change the subject, only for her to dash his hopes of things getting less tense. [color=00a651][b]Uh er uh...[/b][/color] Arty stammered as he try to think of a way out of this situation, part of him considered faking the need to use the bathroom but he was now boxed in by Jake so that was out. [color=00a651][i]"Shite, how did we end up here?"[/i][/color] Arty thought and mentally kicked himself. The devilish look in the blonde DJ's eyes didn't make Arty feel any better about the situation, but the big oaf knew he had to say something. [color=00a651][b]"Uh yeah... she looks good. I uh like the shirt."[/b][/color] Arty said as a light blush formed across his cheeks, which he tried to hide by quickly bringing his cup up to his lips and taking a long sip.