Cait quirked a brow. "You think my package is sweet?" She laughed and shook her head. "You won't think it's so sweet when it beats you in a drinking contest." It was starting, just ever so slightly, to rear its ugly head. She knew she'd be fine, though. She'd never had a problem. She probably wouldn't even have a hangover in the morning, just like Noelle said.
"Well," Evan started. "I don't think being a bitch is going to solve any of your problems. I'm an asshole. It's what I am. I am truly sorry for pantsing you in elementary school, but it was funny as fuck and if you were anyone else, you might have laughed." It took him everything he had not to laugh right there in her face, actually. "I think you just need to lighten up. You should stay in a permanent state of inebriation. I like you better this way. I really do."
"Don't give her any ideas," Cait growled. Evan held his hands up in defense. She rolled her eyes and turned back to David. "Some friend."