It was either hold the man steady or let him fall into the street, and friends did not let friends fall into the street while drunk! ...unless there was a video camera handy. But Sam did not have one on him at this current time. Damn it all. He dragged Archer by the arm, like a sack of potatoes, into the building when they reached the lobby. Making sure he didn't fall was one thing, but he wasn't going to carry this dude bridal style up the stairs. No thanks.
"Oh, trust me I will talk," he slurred, then snorted a laugh. "Hopefully you would have worked out all the issues with Ra...puh?" He couldn't say the word for some reason. "That girl! With the! With the hair."