Cam looked up at the sound of the familiar - and yet, extremely different to his ear - voice, raising his eyebrows. "Anyone who uses Peach against Link deserves to get their ass kicked." He countered, telling himself firmly that no, he wasn't going to stare at the expanse of bare stomach. He liked Mischa, not this other... version? That wasn't the right word but he just shifted to lean back against the arm of the couch, puffing in deeply on his joint and wishing he was snorting white lines instead.
"Do me a favour and never say the word 'on tap' to Marc, yeah?" Cam asked, a slight grin on his face and in his voice. "That happens, he'll want me to build a bar in the basement." Hell, he already had to get started on the time machine but somehow he didn't think Marc expected him to actually be successful with that little project.
Cam fell silent as she spoke, apologized, arched her brows in a way that tugged at something deep in him; heart or stomach, he wasn't quite sure. The two seemed to be mingling for some reason. "She's not my girlfriend," Yes, out of all of that, he was going to focus on that part because she wasn't and if she was? Cam didn't know it. He'd gone from the crackden - his parents' house - to the street where he was more likely to have 'boyfriends' than anything else and then to the Highway and his relationship with Bryn hadn't exactly been normal. Relationships? Not his forte. "And you'd have to ask her why she didn't mention it, I'm assuming," Here, he smirked just a bit, inhaling on his joint again. "That you know her a bit better than I do."