Steve looked at Rob and reached to squeeze his shoulder gently, "Lets talk about this when both of you have had nothing to drink thats alcoholic and it aint two in the mornin'" He said and Rob just stared at the TV, Steve tugging Sams hand and walking up to their bedroom. Part of him was angry, angry she'd been sitting downstairs drinking, and by the looks of it, pretty heavily, not sure how much of that tequila bottle she'd joined in on, and the other part understood why she'd been drinking.