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A small, bemused smile tugged at Kam's lips as he sipped on the Sam Adams that had been set aside in favor of the shots. From the glassy eyes to the way he was staring through the shot glass like a kaleidoscope, the first signs of Isaiah's intoxication were beginning to shine through. He'd been right about himself, of course - he really was a lightweight. No wonder, being so small.

"Me too," he echoed aloud, staring over the top of his beer to the woman still sitting alone. There was no prolonged sigh that escaped him, but a lingering gaze as he picked the girl apart piece by little piece. Graceful fingers, long legs, an appealing bust to hip ratio. Unlike the game they'd played, unabashedly choosing her life story, this seemed calculated and almost predatory once combined with the intensity his own buzz had settled over him. Loyalty ran like a deep vein in Kamboja and he had given his promise to see someone home, safely, even though Taylor Swift was little better than a stranger. If it wasn't for that, he most certainly would have begun his hunt by now.

Instead, his gaze flickered back and the intensity etched across his features faded with a little laugh.

"Alright, alright," he said, doing his best to approach the unsteady man with a calming voice. Not one to let a beer go to waste, he knocked back the remainder of the amber liquid and fished in his back pocket for an old, beat up leather wallet. A few bills were plucked free before he shoved it back where it belonged, then tucked beneath his empty glass for the tab.

"Can you get down from the stool without faceplanting the floor, Tay-Tay?" Even as he asked, he set his own feet steadily on the floor and rose to his full height, hovering close to Isaiah's barstool with an outstretched hand offered.

It was with a great patience that Kam watched Isaiah go through the motions of standing and paying the bartender, doing his best to monitor how much money he thought he was handing off without butting in. He always had a sense of awe for those that were capable of a getting s**t faced off of a couple of shots, caught somewhere between horror and envy over the scene before him. Although he liked the taste and social atmosphere of drinking, he wondered what it might be like to get to the final destination so easily. It was hard to remember when his only experience with being a lightweight had been as a teen sneaking beers with his friends and shady keg parties where cops wouldn't show up.

The moment the darkly clad man was done with the exchange, he shifted to wrap one arm around Taylor 2.0, obviously comfortable with his sexuality - and letting others question it. He mostly just wanted to ensure that if he passed out, he wasn't going to face plant the ground. He'd had enough impromptu hospital visits to last a lifetime, not matter how fun it was to flirt with the late shift nurses.

As small as the man was by comparison, it would have been easy enough to just carry him home, but he thought everyone should at least walk out of the bar with as much dignity as they came in with. Everything after, well, that wasn't really anyone's business. The trademark smug Kam look settled over his features and he started the rather easy process of herding Isaiah toward and out of the door.

"Oh, it would be my pleasure."