Sam really hadn't rushed to the bar. However, there might have been a slight quickening of his pace, his feet carrying him faster than usual. Because he needed this. Really, he needed this after seeing his .. older little brother. Truth was, he'd been needing this from the moment he showed up to this place but he'd been pacing himself. Finding himself with a hangover and drooling on the sidewalk wasn't what he called fun times. At twenty-eight wasn't how he wanted to relive nineteen, either. Not with everything going on and not ever.
Also, Sam was one to keep his word. He'd stated conditions and he would keep them, although truth be told he wouldn't have minded if Jo had appeared first. He would have paid either way. That was just the kind of guy he was. And maybe ... maybe there was a tiny part of him-the part that had this ridiculous crush that wasn't fit for a man his age who shouldn't be having crushes-wanted to see her walk into the room. He was started to see her less and less as the little girl he'd first met over the boards. Which was good. And he was pretty sure when he turned back, he could get over it. After all, Sam had gotten over worse. And it was just a .. it was silly.
And this was a carefree, good time and Sam intended to keep it that way. Which meant he couldn't get too drunk less he said something real stupid.
"I'm a man of honor" He put his hand over his heart, with a grin of his own. "Feel free to blow through my paychecks. And put me in some kind of debt." He said easily.