"Ew." Knitting did not sit well with Cait, who was also experiencing a similar mental picture. "How in the world does a girl like Lexie Tibbits get laid, and we don't? Honestly? We're good looking women. And we're not prudes. It makes zero sense."
She pounded back the the last few sips and beckoned her favorite bartender over for another drink. "Not beer this time. But I don't care otherwise." He always knew something delicious.
"That stupid songbird is up in everyone's business. Who cares if the town's virgin suddenly gets deflowered? I don't believe that shit anyways." She knew David was standing right there, but didn't really care. Bartenders were programmed to both listen and tune out.