Half empty bottle of whiskey gripped in one hand, Sam stumbled out of the side entrance and out into the cold. It was cold. Colder than it had been in his hotel room, surely. Fortunately, Sam had tugged on a hooded sweatshirt earlier, back when he was somewhat sober and spilling his guts out into the toilet. He had that for warmth, at least, as he shuffled out into the dark, his shadowed eyes staring off into the parking lot ahead. There were a few lights keeping visitors from stumbling around out there, but for someone who had spent two days sitting miserably in the dark, those lights seemed to be a whole hell of a lot brighter than what he was quite expecting. Blinking a little, Sam turned his eyes away from the parking lot and slowly moved, tipping the bottle back for a swig.
Maybe it was stupid, coming out here to meet Ruby. Being holed up in his hotel room any longer than he had been, especially with the way he was feeling right now, was even worse. He already knew that the hotel managers were going to be pissed with him. With the tantrum that he had pitched earlier, he had broken a lamp and a mirror. All because of his damn iPod and the stupid music that he had cranked into it. Who in the hell listened to so many depressing songs all the time? He had pissed himself off, unintentionally, and now he had to not only pay for the damages that he made to his hotel room, but he'd have to buy a new iPod, clean up the ridiculous litter of empty bottles in the hotel room, and he'd probably never be able to come back to the semi-decent place again. Which was a shame because, despite it all, Sam had found the placement of the bathroom right next to his bed to be a rather convenient thing for when he needed to chuck his insides out. Which had been often.
Walking in a slanted line, he spotted Ruby not too far off from where he had emerged and slowly moved toward her. The red in his eyes wouldn't go away if he tried, but Sam found that, oddly enough, he didn't care if Ruby knew he had been crying or not. To be fair, he didn't care much about anything right now. Just Heather.
He gave her a grunt and extended the bottle toward her. "I broke my iPod," he announced, as though that were really very important. "Here."