He barely had time to register the second blow before he felt Ruby pulling at his hair. Glaring, he lifted his eyes up to meet her own, watching with anger as they shifted into that same black phase that made him sick to his stomach every time he had to watch them make their oh-so wonderful appearance. Sam didn't even try to hide his disgust. It stretched over his features, splitting in with his glare easily enough.
"I'm not worth her," he spat, twisting away from her. Fingers reaching for the wall, he tried to stand, even though he still felt terribly dizzy from all of the alcohol, combined with the blows to his face.
"I'm not worth anything," he muttered, almost at a level that was impossible to hear. "So let her do it. Let her hit me. Let her have her fun."