"I knew it," Cait said, smirking. "Too bad you aren't a psychic too, because I could really use someone to read my energy right now and tell me if I can handle three more shots." She screwed up her face and picked up the first glass. "Are you ready for this?"
Evan only just noticed the three shot glasses in front of both David and Cait. "Wait. Why are you guys doing this many at once? Seems dangerous." He quirked a brow at David's glance and nodded once. "Another drink sounds good. Something strong, please." He pushed his rocks glass back towards his friend and looked at Noelle. "You're right. My bad. But David? Really? Who's your competition? The Tibbits girl? She's old news, my friend. I'm sure David would love to pull that thing out of your ass." He laughed to himself. "If I had a nickle..."