Friday finally came around and you and the team were ready to go out for some drinks after the hellish week you all had. Everyone was there, eager to drink out the sour taste of a case that ended bad, specially for you, as you had to decided between saving a mother or her son.

The bar where you usually go was packed but Emily knew a guy that knew a guy and she managed to got the team a table at the back corner. Everyone got seated and you took a sit beside Spencer, he was your rock this past week, and your work relationship was thriving after the awful situation you too experience. The bond between you too was stronger than ever, and when the first round of drinks came to the table, you raised your glass and cheered for that.

"For holding our shit together!" you said and everyone raised their glasses, cheering with you.

The night was passing by, and also were the drinks, every fifteen minutes a waitress passed with a new tray and you all grabbed one without hesitation. The room started to spin for some of you, but you held your ground as if you had something to prove, and maybe you did. Spencer on the other hand was in that stage of drunkenness where he was laughing at everything, and yapping more than usual. Derek and JJ where so drunk that for the first time ever they weren't annoyed by Spencer's ranting, and that only fueled him to yap more.

You walked to the bar, using it to hold yourself straight as the bartender came to you. You asked for a gin tonic and as they prepared it, Spencer surprised you by tickling your sides.

"Don't do that" you said, trying to sound serious but clearly failing.

"I... Need to tell you ⁠sumtin⁠" he mumbled, resting his back against the bar.