Noah mirrored Cait's actions - grabbing his own double shot glass as she did hers, but setting his cigarette aside for a moment. He smiled again. "Only for you, dear. - Same time. Let's go."
Swiftly, Noah licked the salt from the side of his hand, downed the tequila, and then bit his lemon - and he did it without flinching. (Tequila was his shot of choice, after all. When it came to vodka, however, ...well, things were different.) He opened his eyes wide for a second, to take in all of the suffused light that proliferated the bar. He looked at Cait to see how she'd fared. "How about another?"