Noah has the bruises and cuts on his face when he steps up to the bar to order a drink from his best friend. It's near time for Rafe to take one of his breaks as is so he has unintentional perfect timing.

"Hey, can you grab me a drink before you go?"

Rafe would know Noah's favorite drink.

It's literally only Noah's favorite drink. Everyone else hates the stuff they call swill, and it is pretty terrible truth be told, but it's his favorite and he's damn stubborn about it too.