"I like it when you call me princess," she said, tossing her head back as she swallowed her shot. "But let's do something else now. Tequila tastes like throw up." She put her shot glass back on the bar and winked at him. Then, she turned to Noelle. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. I want to put him in his place."
Evan shook his head and laughed. He liked her spunk. "Don't worry, Noelle." He was actually calling her by her name and not some mean nickname. And, he was also actually getting up off his stool to go and sit next to her. "Your little sister will be fine. She's a big girl. She can handle herself. And if she can't, I'm sure David can handle her for you."