It's early enough in the night that Cooper's only got a pleasant buzz going instead of being so drop-dead drunk that he can barely remember his own name. He's got a drink in his hand that he doesn't know the name of that he's nearly done with. He had the bartender come up with special to celebrate the occasion.

He takes one of the two whiskeys from Nancy and downs part of it. He's feeling young and alive tonight. It's a good feeling after the seriousness that has come with the past few months. "This is a great night. I'm so happy, sweet-pea." He slips a hand around her waist and pulls her in close, laying a sloppy kiss on the shell of her ear. "Gimme one more whiskey 'n I'll be ready for the dance floor!"