Cait licked the salt from her own hand, shot back the booze and then sucked on her lemon. She may have made a face, but she was a girl. What do you expect? She could probably outdrink anyone in the bar, or everyone in the bar in succession. Either or. "Another one sounds great. I'm trying to drown my woes tonight." Not that she really had any woes that weren't of her own creation. But wasn't that how it always went?
"What time does your shift end?" She glanced to her right at a guy eyeing her, which she promptly gave a flirtacious smile. It was fun to mess with the bar flies. She never went home with them, but she probably gave their heart a little quicken. It made her smirk just thinking about it. "Last call, or do you have to clean up?" She turned her attention back to the, far more attractive, man in front of her.