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Between Sam and the body guard who'd escorted them and Kitty back from the party they'd managed to keep Bobby's noise level down to a dull roar as they made their way across campus and through the dorm. Sam, of course, piggybacking the smaller boy and staggering occasionally as he threw himself around, singing and bouncing and generally enjoying the hell out of the whole affair. Not that Sam minded at all. He'd drunk more than enough that he was glad his staggering was likely attributed to Bobby's antics and...Bobby's antics weren't much different than normal, honestly.

They'd dropped Kitty at her room first, the body guard under orders to see everyone directly to their rooms and not to leave until they were safely locked in for the night. At their own door Sam grinned at the man, who looked very much like he was only resisting the urge to roll his eyes out of professionalism, thanked him, and pushed the door shut.

"Oh Lord," he drawled, staggering slightly as he crossed the room, dropped onto the edge of his bed and...flopped backwards onto Bobby, laughing. "If that was twenty I can't even imagine what twenty-one's gonna be like." His accent had come out thick and warm and slow as hell.