"Please. I am bad." He followed Ruby straight over to the bar, interested in the activity on that side of the club. The dance floor was one thing. The people making asses of themselves at the bar was another. Once they reached the area littered with drunks and those who were looking to get drunk, Sam grabbed a stool and motioned for Ruby to do the same. "You've just been blinded by the facade of innocence that I've been wearing all this time. Big failure on your part." Sam leaned forward against the bar, slapping a hand against the wooden surface. The bartender appeared, looking somewhat annoyed. Unsurprisingly, Sam was amused by that.
"We're gonna need something to drink." Sam looked over at Ruby and raised his brows. "And I think I'm gonna let her order. What are we drinking, cupcake?" He threw an arm over her shoulder, smirking at the ridiculous nickname.
"So," Sam began, speaking up as soon as Ruby decided, "where are we going next? After we deal with Dean, that is. You into Hawaii?"