Noelle kicked Cait from under the counter, "Ahem! You were supposed to ask him for you, not me!" She tried to sound angry, but she was too inebriated, and a giggle slipped out anyway. "Plus he's definitely more your type." She added, not that it made any sense. Cait didn't really have a type, and for the most part, neither did Noelle. Their type was male. It was a pretty simple requirement. And while Noelle had higher standards for most things, sometimes a girl had to settle. Some day, she'd like someone to settle down with, but she was young still. Getting married was a while off. Besides, how could you find the right guy if you didn't look around?