If he hadn't felt so terrible about making Elisabeth worried when he went after Pyramid Head, Sam most certainly wouldn't have been at some silly bar with a karaoke party going on in the back of the room. But he had, so he felt obligated. All because of his damned conscience. He suddenly wished that he didn't have one. Life would be so much easier.
Rolling his eyes, Sam eyed the bottle of beer that was sitting in front of him and said, "I don't think so. I don't do much dancing." He used to, back in school with Jess when they went out. But ever since then Sam had been more into sitting at the bar and sulking. He was much better at it, anyway. "But, hey, feel free to go up and make a spectacle of yourself." He gestured off toward the front with a smile. "I'm sure someone'll jump up and join you." They'd been out and they had been drinking for a while, so Sam was starting to feel a little less like himself. But he seemed to have the capability of self control. For the moment, anyway. A few more drinks and he was gone.