A/N Kinda drabbleish thing that's been floating through my mind for a couple days now. Oh, and I don't really know where Mrs. B is in this, let's just pretend she's off for the weekend :). La la la, I don't own a thing.
Halfway
The first time he gets drunk, it's with her. She's broken up with her boyfriend for the fourth or fifth time, and when Sam's not around, she goes to him for comfort. (She's in one of those on-again/off-again relationships where they are always fighting and getting back together, and really, he's just sick of them altogether. He thinks that they've been broken up longer than they've actually been together.) She knocks on his door, a stolen bottle of her brother's wine in hand, and a sparkle in her eye. When he answers, she thrusts the bottle at him and states that she wants to get so smashed tonight that she can't walk in a straight line or say the alphabet backwards. He smirks, leans against the door jam, and returns that neither of them can recite the alphabet backwards now. She smiles and pushes past him, "Then we're halfway there."