Noelle watched carefully, slowly sobering up a little as her big sister instincts kicked in. "Be careful Cait!" She knew her sister had an incredible tolerance for alcohol, but it didn't mean she couldn't ever get drunk. Noelle had seen it before, though miraculously, Cait had been without a hangover the next day. Lucky bitch!
"I'm going, I'm going." He poured a few more shots of tequila, though he was already sick of it. He'd have to switch it up soon. "There," He set one in front of her and picked up his own, "Happy? Drink up, princess."