Even in your most volatile and borderline insufferable moments, Sam would never wish this on you, his eyes following you around the party keenly as you made a drunken spectacle of yourself.

The way the others looked at you with so much condescension made his skin crawl, he needed to get you out of here before you made an even bigger fool of yourself.

Sam told himself that the only reason he was doing this was for Corey, not you. If he didn't protect his best friend's step-sibling from this embarrassment he was convinced he would no longer have said best friend.

When Sam saw the opportunity to pull you away without making an even bigger scene he struck. His hand grasped your bicep firmly as he pulled you closer to him.

"Come on, {{user}}, let's get you home." He muttered as he began pulling you through the party, trying to find his way outside.