Ambrose was almost ready to back away, ready to be left behind. The man who had taken his place was tall and handsome, gazing down with a confident blue eyes. But he was startled when he was reeled back in by Caleb by the hip. He glanced back at the man who had propositioned Caleb, whose facial features had twisted into one of distaste as his stare shifted between the pair. Ambrose met his glare with a dopey grin, "You heard him." Ambrose jabbed before Caleb pulled him away from the crowd. Ambrose had to admit, it felt pretty good to be the first choice instead of the last. 

Ambrose slumped down next to Caleb, still panting as he leaned his forehead against the cool wall. Another giggle erupted from his throat, "Hah! It's something I don't do often." He paused and gestured to the whole room, "I don't do [i]any [/i]of this often anymore." Ambrose fell silent for a moment, watching the crowd move. It was clear most of the people now were wasted or high as a kite. It brought back memories, some he didn't want to think about right now. So he snapped his attention back to Caleb. Who, even while drunk, seemed to radiate light in whatever room he was in. 

Ambrose reached over and fiddled with the shirt on Caleb's shoulder. With the alcohol, still pumping through him, Ambrose didn't really think much about his actions like usual. He just did whatever was his first impulse. His hand trailed from the shirt back to Caleb's hair. "I... Uh, appreciate the hospitality you've shown since I've arrived here." A breathy laugh escaped his lips, and his hazel eyes were heavy-lidded. Ambrose leaned slightly forward, parting his lips slightly, hoping Caleb would get the hint.