Evan's shot lay forgotten on the bar. A small voice of reason in the back of his mind told him not to drink anymore. He wanted to be incredibly coherent and able to witness exactly what was about to happen. Either Cait was going to be put in her place, or David was going to get beaten by a girl. A tiny girl, no less. Plus, his best friend sensor said that he was going to need to drive David home, regardless of whether or not he wins the contest.
"I guess so," she said, even though the fact that all of that booze would be hitting him at the same time whereas hers was over a period could be used against her later. If, for some reason, she happened to beat David, he could easily say that it was unfair. But she didn't care. At the moment, she was only focused on making him eat his words. "Pour us a few, barkeep. And make it snappy. I can already feel myself sobering up."
She looked over at Noelle, just to make sure she was still alive. "This will be fun."