"So when did you start with the girl drinks? You'll be snorting Goldschlager next. The boilermakers weren't enough?"
"White… white russkie", he started to giggle. "You said russkies, 'member, at Morton House? Going all Cold War."
"Just walk, idiot, and warn me if you're going to puke again."
"You said not in the car."
"A bang up job there, Sam. How about not on me either."
"Warning."
"There. Planter." He held his breath. "Done?"
"Hmmm."
"Room. Bed."
"Don' wanna go to bed."
"Fine. Collapse on it instead."
"Wha'?"
"This way, you friggin' Sequoia." He lined Sam up. And pushed. "Timber!"