Inside the door was a good start but, ...wait why was he going for the stairs. That was a silly plan. Ruby lead him back from the stairs toward the elevator as he talked about arresting her. "Well you have an FBI badge and we both know I've been a very bad girl but that's for another night when you can walk straight okay" she told him laughing. The police didn't like demons, well she was pretty sure she had caused a little bit of that herself what with pointing Lilith at a few of them a few years back to teach Sam a lesson, though that was not the thing to bring up around him when he was this drunk. She'd keep it light, happy, and then she was pretty sure he'd pass out and she'd change into something more comfortable. Something actually more comfortable. She supposed it was rare that sentance actually was meant litirally but then she and Sam so rarely just did normal. There were always layers.
"You'll kick them good" she repeated, eyes widening as he toppled toward the wall before she could grab him back. She made sure he was okay, finally pushing the button for the elevator as he got too his feet. Stupid elevator, they'd had fun in that too, she was pretty sure she wasn't getting any tonight though so she probably shouldn't think about it so much. Stupid boyfriend making everything sexy by his very presence. "You drink whiskey cause it gets you drunk quicker than anything else even though that particular brand tastes like pig swill" she explained patiently watching the elevator numbers tick down to 1. "You're not stupid. I'm just going to have to look into getting you a better brand. An Irish or Scottish one. There was this awesome kind me and Cas got when I stole your credit card that time"
Had she told him that? She had. She totally had. Eh, it was unlikely he'd remember this and if he did she'd add it to the whole 'she'd been bad' plan she was working on for the following night. "Happy Birthday to me" she told him taking the pig swill whiskey as the elevator doors opened and found she had to practicly pull him inside. The fact he'd straightened up had helped. The tallness did not help. "Come on Sam...lets get up to our apartment... They were the third floor apartment. It was a nice place and they'd made it theirs. Even if she was currently pretty sure he'd vomit on it.