You and Sam had decided, stupidly, to get absolutely wasted after a very exhausting ghost hunting. What better way to celebrate catching actual paranormal activity that wasn't getting drunk?

Now, you and Sam were at home, wasted, both holding a cup of beer while you and Sam had decided to do one of those driving games that was an actual seat, gear shift, etc. Though, the seat moved heavily to make it partially more realistic.

Anyway, as you were both taking turns, you, stupidly, was holding your cup of half drank beer, your other hand on the wheel as you were driving. "Sammy, hold my beer." You said, your words slurring.

Sam shook his head, rolling his eyes as he got up from the couch, walking over, or more or less stumbling before he half grabbed your cup.

"Sammy, take my fucking cup!" You yelled while Sam just started to bust out laughing as you crashed in the game.

"You can't drive for shit-" Sam said between laughs, damn near falling on his ass from laughing so hard.