Ambrose's eyes slid shut as he basked in the feeling of Caleb. He gripped Caleb harder, letting himself be pulled and anchored to him. His lips moved in time, the kiss deepening until suddenly Caleb pulled away. Ambrose felt as if he was only emotions and feelings and colors until reality crashed back down. He jerked back as he registered the voice and glare of Samantha. Ambrose felt his face heat up at being caught. But unlike usual, he was able to shake it off the crippling embarrassment. 

Ambrose also staggered to his feet, using the wall momentarily to prop himself up. "Wha-? Oh yeah I'm fine." He breathed, rolling his shoulders. It seemed he was significantly less drunk now, and more of a tired tipsy. "Er... About that, I'm sorry if-" His gaze drifted and he stopped talking when he noticed the amount of people who were watching the two. Some eyes were trained specifically on Caleb, and others were sizing up Ambrose. "Never mind." Ambrose grunted and started to follow Samantha's path to the basement. "Come on, we're going right?" He asked as he glanced back at Caleb.