Sam tended to eat a lot anyway, and being drunk only gave him the munchies. He had no doubt at all the bag of crisps would be polished off by the end of the night, as well as the chocolates. He set the bag aside for the moment, however. No sense eating them now before the cravings really started. He did, however, reach for another chocolate.
Good. Sam had had enough of the artificial romance the past month or so. Bloody Valentine's adverts. He settled in to watch, though after a few minutes in, he was already confused. "This is in America, yeah? Why are they Irish?" God, he hoped it wasn't going to be some holier than thou IRA film.