"What?!" Jamie sputters at the butt comment, but then lifting is imminent and Jamie realizes he has much bigger things to worry about. "I'm not fucking kidding, man, don't do this put me D - "

Abruptly he's hoisted over Ryouta's head, which on top of his excessive alcohol consumption makes his stomach lurch unpleasantly. If he were a little more sober he'd be completely mortified at being in this position in a club full of people, but as it is he just looks sort of dazed, as though he's not entirely sure how he wound up like this.

"I'm gonna barf," he croaks to no one in particular.

And then the bodyguards slam into Ryouta and Jamie is jolted from his grip, saved from dropping headfirst onto the floor by kind of sliding down the three bodies beneath him to land in an undignified heap. Everything is kind of spinning and for a moment or two he can only watch the guards struggling with Ryouta, who - despite being a huge jerk for lifting him like that - Jamie realizes probably doesn't deserve a total beatdown. Unsteadily, Jamie gets to his feet (using one of the guards' pant legs to haul himself up) and kind of swats at them.

"Hey...hey guys? Guys it's okay, he's like...a friend of mine, kinda..."