Cait tossed hers back as well. Vodka definitely wasn't her favorite. It was the hardest of all the liquors to shoot, she thought. Mostly because it always had a bite, no matter the flavor. She made a face and swallowed. "No more of that. I don't care what else we do shots of, but straight vodka isn't my favorite." She wiped at her mouth, wishing she had something to rinse it with. "Don't wanna be a daddy?" She asked, almost as if she was reading his mind. "I think you'd have loads of lessons to hand down." Ha. Like how not to have sex with someone who the entire town will find out about.
"How about we get you some water first. You're not acting like yourself. It's worrying me." It was true. Evan may have been being nice to her, but she was hardly ever civil with him. He never minded, usually. Her hatred was one big joke to him. He didn't really think anything of it, or her for that matter. He honestly held nothing against her except her contempt for him.