Cait, of course, was also thinking about all the silliness that was happening on the island. Although, her involvement in it was a little more hands-on the Noah's (okay, a LOT more), she was still quite peeved that it had blown up to the extent that it had. Not only had Mal backed out on the bet, but she was also...dare Cait even think it? Feeling sorry for Lexie Tibbits. Or at least, relating to her on some level. This had completely caught Cait off guard, and she wasn't exactly sure how to cope with it. Her best, non-relative friend suddenly felt miles away. It was awful. And so, here she was, heading to the Pub on a weeknight, alone. She wasn't sure where Noelle was. Probably at home? Or out. Maybe working. She really didn't know. She made a mental note to text her on her way out.
She pulled open the door of the pub and nodded at the bouncer. She was on first name basis with all of them. They knew her, knew she wasn't twenty one, and yet, still let her come in. She may or may not have slept with one of them(?), giving the rest of them reasonable hope. Either way, she always got served and never got turned away.
"Hey," she said to Noah, approaching the bar and taking her usual stool close to the corner. It was ideal for watching the other patrons without getting sandwiched in by them-- a lesson she'd learned the hard way. It was easy to be a pretty girl in a bar, but not easy to be alone and a pretty girl in a bar. The flies were like vultures. "Margarita, please."