Sam let Ruby do most of the guiding. She was probably better at it right now since it seemed that the whiskey had made him forget the little, important stuff - like how to get back to their own apartment. He just made sure to focus on keeping himself from toppling her over in the process. It wasn't easy when all he wanted to do was lean on her fully, but Sam knew better than to do that. Poor Ruby might have been strong, but he was still pretty big compared to her. That was a lot of Sam to be supporting. "Okie-dokey," Sam agreed, nodding unevenly. "I like that idea. I can be FBI agent Mul -" No, wait. That was the red-headed woman. "- Scully and you can be...a supernatural creature I'm coming to rescue from other supernatural creatures. But you're bad, see, so I gotta make you understand that the other supernatural creatures aren't gonna stop till' you let me take care of 'em. But you gotta be good for me first. So..." So he had a really weird X-Files fantasy. That usually didn't happen when he was sober. "Is that a good one? Do you like it, Ruby? I like it."
It was probably a good thing that Ruby had the whiskey now. With the way he was going on about things, he probably would have ended up sipping at it again. It wouldn't have much helped the whole sobering up process. Then again, he was already due a bitch of a hangover in the morning. What was a little more to cap off the party? "Huh?" Sam squinted off at Ruby as she spoke of credit cards. "You took my cards?" He swayed again. The elevator doors ticked open and Sam leaned forward. Fortunately for him, Ruby was quick to lead him inside. "S'okay. You can have my cards. Wanna know why?" Sam poked her in the shoulder. "'Cause you're my Ruby." Sam laughed at that. "Just don't get caught. And don't spend it all in one place." Sam leaned back against the wall as the elevator doors slid shut. One hand immediately slipped into his pocket, dragging the wallet out again and into his grip. It took him a good moment to get the wallet open (he had been trying to open it upside down), but after a good couple of attempts he pulled out a handful of fake credit cards and thrust them at Ruby. "For next time," he insisted, looking thoroughly genuine. This being drunk thing was not healthy for his whole decision making process, was it?