"Not the way you eat chocolate," Sam had called back. Really, his friend had an unhealthy (literally!) love for the confection.
Sam didn't miss a beat, just turned and handed the drink off to Jesse, before repeating the steps to pour another. His mind had to make the adjustment from chips to crisps still, but then he smirked. "You're just offering me chips in the hopes I'll eat those instead of your precious chocolates."
He did, however, reach into the cupboard and grab the Ruffles. He took a sip of his drink as he moved back to the livingroom, feeling the strong bite of the alcohol as it slid down his throat. It had been a long time since he'd had anything this strong. He collapsed into one corner of the couch, happy with his cup and crisps. "So what's this film then?"