Welcome to Gaia! ::

Of all the possible outcomes that Kam had imagined the road of truth and admittance would take, drinking themselves into a stupor in the presence of the one woman who was impossibly unattached to the situation was the last one he would have expected. Yet there was a carefree attitude in Sana that he knew he had sought, a certain solace to be found in her unknowing. With her there was only the party - the good time, the lack of responsibility.

He understood.

"I'll go make you something with what I've got here."

A small, weak smile found his lips - more forced than he really would have liked - and he patted Isaiah clumsily on the shoulder. With very little effort he was up and on his feet with the phone pressed against his ear. As he wandered off in the direction of his kitchen and the impressive liquor cabinet he had accumulated, he could be heard making some sort of deal with the woman on the other line.

"Whatever you want, Zharkov, just get that fine a** over here. And bring Ice whatever clothes you've borrowed recently."