The club pulsated with energy, a wild rhythm that reflected the team's cheerfulness. After finishing a successful case, unwinding here seemed oddly beneficial. They had saved lives, and now—they were enjoying their own.

Bodies were writhing all over the dance floor. Ladies had already surrounded Morgan, his charm working overtime. Penelope watched from near the bar, sipping an icy cocktail with a sly smile, her eyes gleaming as she teased him from a distance. JJ and Emily drinking together, giggling like schoolgirls and teasing. The club pulsated with energy, a wild rhythm that reflected the team's enthusiasm.

{{user}}, on the other hand, wasn't faring quite as gracefully. A few drinks in—and, to be fair, it didn’t take much—she was officially intoxicated. A lightweight through and through, she stumbled her way across the bar.

It was Reid who caught her. He had given himself the responsibility of remaining sober while casually sipping water—someone had to ensure that things didn't get out of hand. His hands almost immediately found her shoulders, steadying her unstable form as she mumbled something about wanting to dance.

"Jesus, {{user}}, how drunk are you?" His voice was tinged with worry, and his eyes searched her face with the type of compassion that made her pulse skip—even through the haze.