Sam glanced up at the person approaching. He was surprisingly coherent for someone who'd been drinking, though it would be a while longer before the alcohol really it him. It took more than just a beer to get him toe up, but he was making quick work of the vodka.
It was a moment before he realised that he should grab the bear and try to hide it from the coming spectator. "Shit," he muttered." It wasn't that he was so much trying to hide what he did so much, it was more that things glowing with souls tended to freak other people out.
He didn't bother hiding the alcohol. He was twenty-one, after all.