Noelle rolled her eyes. She took a sip from her margarita and pulled a face, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue. "Gross Cait. Way to be disgusting." But she grinned all the same. "And no. Thank god." She licked a bit of salt off the rim of her glass and took another sip.
"I know, right? What the hell is she thinking?" Noelle was in agreement with the thought that Natalie could do better. She was smart, pretty, and Evan was... Blech. Disgusting. So maybe he was good looking, and had a good sense of humor. Didn't stop him from being gross. "There are way better guys in town..." She paused and frowned a little, "I think."