It's hard for Alcide to keep his cool given the silliness of their escapades. He can't imagine how difficult it is for Zee, basically doing it backwards and in heels as the old saying goes about Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire. So he cracked up, both during the heist and now. And he doesn't feel bad for it because what he'd thought might be a shitty night turned out to be pretty fantastic. He's pretty sure he and Zee had the best time of anyone there.

He easily catches up with her in the hallway and presses his lips together to try to stay his laughter for the present. There is the occasional snort, but for the most part, he's successful. He also practically beams when she calls him her hero for stealing more booze, a whole bottle of it.

They get to HQ and Alcide is breathing a sigh of relief because he isn't sure he could've kept his cool for much longer. He opens his coat and lays it on the floor. "Here you go. Cream puffs will probably make it look better."

He sits down on the floor and starts to open the champagne. "Even if we get in trouble for it, it was worth it. I don't care what anyone says." He's laughing again, a low, amused chuckle. Annnnnd 'POP' there goes the cork. Champagne starts to bubble out of the bottle and Alcide tries to catch it in his mouth but some of it inevitably spills onto his suit coat turned dessert tray.