[ Steve should be grateful Sam hasn't gotten all out drunk just yet, or it'd be pretty clear just who he's interested in. He nods, managing to get across the threshold and into the apartment without stumbling somehow, accepting the pat to his shoulder as an acknowledgment of this accomplishment. ]

The Internet is great for that kind of thing, but just be careful not to read the comments section on most pages. Trolls usually hang out there.

[ He eyes the couch longingly as Steve vanishes in the kitchen to resurface with some water. Taking the offered bottle, he takes that as a cue to sprawl out on the couch cushions. ]

Thanks, man.

[ He grimaces as he attempts to open his bottle of water. Really, he hadn't had that many drinks. His coordination shouldn't suck as much as it does at the moment. He's not about to ask for help (he's still got his pride), but he wouldn't say no to someone opening it for him either. This bottle is in on a conspiracy against him, he swears. ]