Jake had finally, finally made the major drug bust he had been losing sleep over for the past two months - and alongside the waves of relief were due a celebratory night at Shaw's.

The squad went out to their usual hangout, squashing into a booth together and getting too drunk too fast. It was only hours later when everyone slowly started to trickle out, until only Jake and you were left.

Jake was nursing what must have been his fourth or fifth beer, smiling drunkenly at you as he raised the glass and clinking the rim against your own drink's glass.

"Cheers to me and my suuuuuper awesome ass," he whooped playfully, his words beginning to slur together as he took another swig from his bottle. "Thanks for stayin' here with me, {{user}} - you sure you don't want me to call a cab for ya?"