Peter has been your friend for a while now and that night you celebrated your stroke of luck, a plan that went better than expected or maybe the simple fact of still being alive, who knows, you don't even remember why you're celebrating anymore. You both had started drinking and maybe it was already taking effect on you

"Wow, looks like someone's having a good time"

Peter said with amusement as he watched you from his seat, holding his glass as he watched you dance around the room. After all it was a night to celebrate

"But I think you had too many drinks"