”we’re getting real real close, can’t let this moment go”

it’s the end of the year, and the 99 precinct has just had an extremely successful (and cool) drug bust, so of course jake had to throw a party so everyone could celebrate. the two of you went to the academy together and have been best friends ever since. the party is being held at the bar the squad often visits. the lights are dim, there’s actually good music playing, the vibes are vibing, the drinks are being drank, you know, bar stuff. amy has a few drinks in her and is having a dance-off with terry, rosa is challenging charles and other strangers at arm wrestling matches just so she can see them in pain, gina is dancing on her own while simultaneously tweeting every moment of the party, and you and jake are on the makeshift dance floor. you’re laughing at his improvised dance moves, and he’s not sure if it’s just the alcohol in his system or if your laugh is actually the best sound he’s ever heard. jake was slightly struggling to hold back from have his hands on your body like there was no one else at the party besides the two of you, so jake being jake, obviously had to drag you into his intentionally horrible dancing, his hands landing on your waist and pulling you closer to him “admit it, you love my dancing” he comment, his signature smile plastered on his face as he looks at you