He felt immensely satisfied when Ruby pocketed his cards. There, he was taking care of his girl. Demon. Girl demon. Grateful for the arm around his waist, Sam stumbled his way to the door to their apartment and leaned back against the wall when Ruby dug around for her keys. It was sorta funny, being back in this hall. He hadn't been in a while. Sam let his head slump back quietly, eyes closing as he drew in a deep breath and attempted to stabilize himself a little. It wasn't easy. Everything was dizzy, his stomach felt weird, and the taste of alcohol in his mouth really wasn't too pleasant. What had Ruby called it? Pig swill? Sam wrinkled his nose and cracked an eye open. Ruby had found her keys. Good, he thought, clumsily pushing from the wall. He nearly walked right into the wall opposite him; it was only the sudden turn that he took to look at Ruby when she spoke that kept him from doing so. He did stumble again though -- his shoulder hit the wall again in the process, but it wasn't as painful as it had been when he'd fallen to the wall back on the ground floor. Sheepishly, Sam nodded.
"Okay," he said. "Coffee. It's...good. I need good coffee." Sam put a hand to his head. "Just...just don't cook it, okay? You're a terrible cook." Sam hobbled forward, put a hand against the frame of the door, and attempted to focus once more as he peered into the apartment.
Home. This was definitely home. A little, tiny smile found him at that. He had missed being here. Particularly while in the company of his demon girl. "Uh, chair." Sam tried stepping forward. He successfully managed to cover a little bit of ground, but not before he put an arm around Ruby's shoulders and held onto her for a bit of balance. "I would like a chair, please. We - you didn't sell our chairs, did you?" Sam tilted his head a little, pausing to give Ruby a once-over. "Hey, hi." He grinned. "How're you?"