Nick usually a good dancer was currently doing the YMCA spelt wrong, the alcohol had made him loose complete of control of his limbs. On the other hand Cath and Sara were good dancers, sexy dancers. Greg's eyes were flitting between the two women whereas Grissom's were fixed on Sara and Warrick couldn't be sure if that was drool or spilt drink on Grissom's shirt. Sara and Catherine had somehow acquired purple glittery cowboy hat.

"This would suit Nick," grinned Cath replacing the hat on her head as it slipped down. Sara was currently hanging on her back the cord in a dangerous position for strangling her round her neck.

"Think he would have preferred the pink," laughed Sara.

"Lets get the others," suggested Greg excitedly. The group began to make there way back to where they'd left Grissom and Nick.

"Here you are cowboy," grinned Sara running up to Nick and placing the sparkly hat on his head.

"Oh nice," laughed Warrick as Nick took it off launched at Warrick missing and hitting a drunken lad on the back, how didn't even notice Nick didn't know, even when he danced straight over the hat squashing it.

"Where's Grissom?" asked Greg.

"He went to the bar," said Nick, "ages ago," he added looking at his watch, well he would have been if he looked at his right wrist instead of his left so currently he was staring at skin trying to decipher the time. It was at that point Grissom returned from the bar causing a stunned hush over the group until Sara burst out laughing. Grissom had somehow attainted white boxer with I love Vegas written in bold in the front and back and was currently wearing them over his jeans.

"Where the hell did you get them," screeched Cath laughing hysterically.

"I'm been patriotic," replied Grissom not really answering.

"I want some," cried Greg heading off in search of where the mystery boxers had come from.

"They better be clean," slurred Sara, who would have got her ALS out if she had it with her.

"There giving them away behind the bar," explained Grissom pointing to a man who was wearing them as a hat, "I got the last pair," he said with a pride that he would regret in the morning.

"Want to go outside it's too hot?" suggested Nick as the heat in the crowded club built up.

Warrick wanted to go outside; the only thing that stood in his was a door. Not something that would usually cause a problem but in his current state of intoxication the door was proving a large obstacle. The door to the outside area of the club was in frequent use yet still he hadn't managed to get through it. he was currently stood on arm holding the handle of the door opening it only every time he opened the door someone would go through it occasionally thanking him then once they'd gone through he would shut the door again forgetting why he was stood there, then remember and open the door only for someone else to go through and him forget again, this process had happened six times already.

"What you doing," grinned Sara coming up to Warrick a beer in each hand, "you're an auto…. auto…auto…one of those doors that opens when you walk at it," finished Sara as she went through the door and Warrick finally managed to follow.

"Hey man where you been?" asked Nick from where he and Grissom were propped up against the fence, Grissom still wearing the boxers.

"Door," replied Warrick honestly as Catherine bounded up to them barely keeping balance as she skipped manically round the group.

"I think I've processed most of the people in there," said Greg joining the group.

"Maybe we should get going," suggested Cath clinging onto Warrick shoulders.

"Drinks," said Sara and Nick simultaneously waving their pints.

"Down them," instructed Greg grabbing what was left of his pint and finishing it.

"That was half barely," Nick pointed out, "our are full."

"Come on," cried Cath swiping at Nick pint but he pulled it away and began chugging.

"Come on Sara," said Grissom. To Sara that was a challenge and she began downing. Thirty seconds later and the pair were coughing having finished their pints.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," complained Sara.

"Wait till were out of here," said Cath shoving the younger women through the door back into the club.

"Too much beer at once," said Nick stumbling in front of Greg as they managed to get through the crowd and out the front where Cath was laughing like a hyena at Sara who was lent over a trash can gagging.

"Lovely," commented Grissom who was now supporting Nick, so the pair were swaying all over the sidewalk.

"And you look great," countered Sara straightening up and wiping at her mouth.

"Better get you drunk lot back," grinned Cath somehow unaware of the fact she was pissed, "mines not too far," she smiled starting to lead the group through a short cut back which involved going through a part of town that was best avoided at night but for all the group knew they could have been directed through the centre of the highway and they wouldn't notice.

TBC…………………..