lmao.
Cait frowned. Noah grinned, and then continued to smile as she talked about the 'shitstorm of drama' that had recently overtaken their small island. - Unlike her, however, Noah really was not a fan of Songbird. She (it was obviously a girl) was too much like a fly that wouldn't fuck off. If he could, he would squash her without a second thought. But, then again, that was the way he felt about several other people. Ah, well.
Noah finished the margarita and slid it across the bar to Cait, before picking up his smoldering cigarette. He inhaled a lungful, held it, and then exhaled. He smiled again. "What date did you give?"