Well then. It was apparent that Jay could not handle his liquor, but that's why one built up a tolerance! Better late than never. "Don't worry about it," Sam said, glad he had just told the waitress to bring the whole bottle over - yeah, sure! The whole thing! Why not? It was a party! And they were celebrating...not dying in a fucked up time warp.
He tilted his head a bit, listening. "Yeah, I know Isobel. She lives a couple doors down from me. She's the one you're interested in?" Jay's tone of voice suggested womanly troubles. Uh oh.