Cait hopped off the couch when she heard his knock. Then, after a second thought of realizing that she didn't want to look too eager, took her time as she approached the door. Once she reached it, she pulled it open and gave a lopsided smirk. She had assumed right, at least. He had brought his own booze-- and good stuff, too.
"Well, hello," she said, standing aside to let him in. Once he was, she pushed the door shut behind him and turned around. "We have stuff here," she said, even though him bringing the alcohol was a nice thing to do. "Afraid I poisoned it?" It was just their thing to be snarky.
She raised her eyebrows and then smiled again, walking into the kitchen to pull her own stash out, along with a couple of shot glasses. "Here or the living room?" Notice she didn't offer any other room. Where else was she going to suggest? Noelle's room? Ha. Her sister would kill her. And her bedroom was definitely off limits for reasons previously explained.