Sam downed the substance. It wasn't tequila, that was for sure, but it wasn't exactly horrible either. At least they weren't doing Purple Nurples. Setting his glass down with slightly less enthusiasm than Elisabeth, Sam glanced over at her and grinned a little. "Not bad."
He slid his glass across the bartop, then glanced over at Elisabeth and laughed. "Oh, you have no idea. I think that the two of you would hit it off really well. He's like..." Sam rolled his eyes. "He's basically the male version of you, I swear. Except he doesn't exactly, you know, hit on me. Because that would be awkward."