He nearly vanished entirely as he sunk lower and lower into his seat. Then he was suddenly being yanked up and away from the table. "Fine. A shot." He wasn't trying to get wasted or anything. Especially since, as Dean had always said, after a few beers Sam was over and out. He really couldn't hold his own like other people could.
Leaning against the bar, Sam glanced over his shoulder and observed the crowd. Then he squinted off at Elisabeth and said, "You know, when I first met you? I thought you were kind of evil. Now I know that it's true." He grinned. "But in a good way. Sort of."