"Come back here, you dirty, dirty boy! It's time for a bath!" Anderson whisper-yelled at his madly giggling boss, as he chased him, barefooted, around the first floor of his house. Beth was in silent hysterics, watching from the living room sofa, trying to sip champagne and spurting it everywhere. Andy caught up with Hotch on their second go-round, tackled him, and, without much resistance, began forcefully stripping off Hotch's champagne foam-soaked clothes. Jack slept upstairs, peacefully.
I LOVE WAKING UP TO THOSE AWWW