Cait clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in disappointment. "Do you really think Mrs. Tibbits is that petty? I mean, I know the great Alexandria is her daughter and everything, but it looks like she really wants this to be a good show. I doubt she'd just not cast you because you had sex with her daughter one time months ago. Let's think logically here." She took another sip and leaned back on her stool, stretching her arms a bit. Thank goodness the bar chairs had backs, especially for the amount of time she usually spent there. There were a lot more comfortable than the ones at the Cafe, which happened to be the reason why the Pub was her bar of choice.
"Anyways, you'd be perfect for Claudio. I'm trying out but I don't know how well my performance will be. I'm really just doing it to get out of the house. Noelle's doing the ballet and I've got nothing going on, so I'm alone more than usual now." She didn't like it. When she wasn't around her sister, she almost felt naked. "And thanks? But I'm pretty sure that's the grossest thing I've ever heard. Sweat only looks good on sexy muscular men, and since I am not a sexy muscular man, I'm inclined to disagree with you."