Sam grinned crookedly, in his usual way. "I'm still alive, right? So it could have been worse." The waitress came by with their first round of shots and he happily clinked the small glass against Archer's. "Here's to...shitty introductions." Then he knocked back the alcohol - oh yes. That was the stuff.
"But enough about that," Sam went on after ordering an entire bottle of vodka. Fuck Russia! They were going to enjoy the exports. "Talk to me, Jay. What's going on?" Obviously, something was amiss. The man didn't usually turn to alcohol to solve his problems. He was all logic and reason, a scientist to the very core.