Caleb shrugged when Ambrose burst into a giggle, trying to deflect him, suggesting that maybe he was the cruel one and wanted to be alone.  Caleb could see otherwise though, Ambrose was hiding something and Caleb wouldn't pry, he felt that Ambrose would tell him when it was time.  Then came the blunt Ambrose that Caleb quite enjoyed.  He told him he was a little dumb but kind, or at least he thought.  Caleb's eyes widened for a moment, but then he burst into laughter.  Shaking his head he listened to Ambrose as he spoke about dying to find out why Caleb had taken an interest in him.  It was all hilarious to him due to the level of intoxication he was experiencing.

"Well Ambrose," Caleb began recovering from laughter, "that is something you're just gonna have to find out babe," he said as he slowly began to succumb to the sandman's charms.

The night grew on, and conversation between the two slowly began to fade.  Caleb eventually fell asleep with the bottle falling on the floor, rolling near the foot of his bed.  That night his dreams were nightmares.  Scenes of the disaster after the invocation plagued him, causing him to toss most of the night.  Morning came, the sound of his alarm clock filled the room.  Rays of light filtered in through the curtained windows.  A stray beam of sunlight reflected off of the mirror on his wall and struck him in the face.  He groaned as he slowly awoke, feeling the effects of the alcohol still.  The alarm clock only made his hangover worse as he stumbled to his feet, stubbing his toe and yelling a swear before placed a firm hand on his head and moved over to the alarm clock to turn it off.  It was on his nightstand and after a brief pounding, the alarm went silent.  He fell onto his bed and groaned loudly.  He looked up at the ceiling of his room and shook his head.

"Freaking hangover," he commented, his head pounding as he looked over to where he last remembered Ambrose to be.  "You up?" he asked groggily.

[@Catmint]