Noah is absolutely not looking for a quiet place to hide out when he quite literally runs into Glacius. Considering the way his arms pinwheel and his legs stagger in an attempt to catch his balance back under him, not to mention how his eyes seem unable to focus -

Well, it doesn't take the smell of liquor coming off of him to tell this boy is drunk. Or the way he pauses, holds his hands out in front of him again, and looks up at Glacius.

"... Whoa. Cool."

Noah has been drinking since this party started.