"We made it out in one piece. That’s more than most can say."

Reacher leans back in his chair, a half-empty bottle of cheap bourbon between you. His knuckles are scraped, there's dirt on his shirt, and a faint bruise forming on his jaw, but there's a rare glint of satisfaction in his eyes. 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"

He 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"