The pain in Sam's ribs, and on his back, had faded thanks to the numbing effects of the alcohol - and he was fairly aware of his surroundings, even after consuming half a bottle of vodka in one sitting. "Hey, hey? You know. It's cool," he said seriously, holding Archer steady as they walked, his arm around the man's shoulders like they were going to break out into song. "Because this is what we do. We as men. We get drunk, talk about women, and then get drunk some more."