Body aching in the places where he'd been hit, Sam didn't really respond much to anything that she said after that. It was enough of a miracle that he had calmed down when he had. He could have gotten angry enough to retaliate, leaving the two of them at it even longer than they already had gone at it. Probably wouldn't have been the best thing for either of them - more Sam than Ruby, of course, as he was the one drunk off his ass. Aiming probably would have been a major issue in his book. And ducking. There definitely would not have been any ducking.
He probably wouldn't remember much of this in the morning. Somehow, though, he knew that he'd remember the important stuff. Stuff that he'd need to remember in the future. He had to.
"Room...one-oh...dammit," Sam cursed, stopping for a moment to reach into the pocket of his sweatshirt for the key card. It had his number on it. He handed it to Ruby.