Shaking with anger, Sammy marched down to his office. He snatched his newest song from his desk. Clutching them in his hands, he nearly tore the fragile sheet as he tried to remember why he had these lyric sheets in his hands. They were stupid lyrics- but of course, most of Sammy's songs were stupid- and not even a children's cartoon would want them. Yet somebody asked for these specific sheets. Who asked for these lyrics? He couldn't remember for the life of him, because his rage was not yet over.

Slamming the papers back down onto his desk, Sammy threw himself back in his crappy wooden chair and ran a hand over his face. He sat up, feeling pity and self-loathing, and yanked open the last drawer of his tiny, crappy desk. Inside was a case of beers that Sammy knew would destroy his reputation as music director and ruin the integrity of the company by which he was employed. He could already hear Joey lecturing him in his office should he be caught with the contraband stowed away in his desk.

He tried to pry off the bottle cap with his teeth, but failed. All it left him was pain in his (admittedly sensitive) teeth. Sammy resorted to using his keys as means of prying off the top, and succeeded. The pungency of alcohol had escaped Sammy's mind after many months of not breathing it in. He found the scent to be abhorrent, but still he forced it to his lips. The beer tasted vile in his mouth, but he knew it would allow him to cloud his judgement. Now he was determined to let his judgement be clouded. He was determined to remember what exactly these papers meant.

With more and more swallows of beer, his temper began to calm. His hands were no longer shaky. He was more confused than a foreigner in a different land, but no less decided that he would be able to remember to whom he was supposed to deliver the papers.

"Sammy." A knock came at the door.

He looked up- the vision, Susie Campbell, was standing at the door. His intoxication slurred his words as he asked her to come in. It hadn't even occurred to him that there was almost an entire case's worth of beer bottles sitting on and in the vicinity of his desk; right in Susie's line of sight. She approached the desk uneasily.

"Do you have those papers?"

Sammy looked down at the papers in his hands. "What papers?"

"Those papers!"

"These," Sammy queried, then hiccuped. "You want these papers?"

"God, Sammy, are you drunk?!"

That made him giggle, and Sammy Lawrence would never giggle while sober. "Maybe. A little."

Susie snatched the papers from his hands and tucked them under her arm. "You're lucky I don't report you to Mr. Drew. You have a reputation to uphold!" She spoke through gritted teeth.

Sammy let out a long laugh and leaned back as far as he could in his chair.

Incredulous of his behavior, Susie crossed the room and closed the door to his office. She did so nice and slow as to not alarm anyone on the outside. "I can't believe you! First you make me skip two- not one, but two- lunches so I could go over these Alice Angel songs and then you get drunk?!"

"What," Sammy asked and downed the other half of his beer. "I'm just trying to loosen up."

She sighed in frustration and crashed on the chair in front of his desk. "What are we gonna do? Norman's waiting on us!"

"Let him wait," he declared and stood up. Susie watched as he crawled over his desk to sit on the edge of it, leaning forward to look at her more directly. He hiccuped again. "We have more important matters to discuss."

Susie was now shaking with anger as Sammy shot her a lazy wink. "I cannot believe you right now. You, Sammy Lawrence, have reached a new low."

"Maybe I have," he said, reaching out to drape his arms over her shoulders. The maneuver trapped her in a hug and their faces were now inches apart. Sammy was done with holding everything back. "but did you know that I am madly in love with you?"

Too scared to resist, Susie froze. She was too shocked to move at the mercy of someone whose judgement was cloudier than a room full of smokers. Her eyes moved everywhere in her limited range of vision except directly into Sammy's.

"Look at me, lover."

Susie obeyed him, hoping that he would see that she was in no mood for games. "Sammy, I am not your-"

He had kissed her. Sammy let all his emotion and liquid courage melt into the kiss as he leaned further and further into Susie. Susie, on the other hand, tried to push back with all her might. She was resisting the kiss as hard as she possibly could. However, she had the physical disadvantage. Sammy was much bigger and stronger than Susie, making her trapped in his "embrace". Eventually Sammy was sitting in her lap, kissing lips that would never return the favor. He did so for a while until he needed air.

Gasping, Susie collected herself and crossed the room to exit. "I won't report this to Mr. Drew," she wheezed, "but you've been warned."

Sammy laid on the floor, satisfied and eventually fell asleep. A nice hangover would greet him when he awoke.