Collision or Coalition

It's time to go,
But not to the place called "HOME";
I see no bad omens,
So why don't we roam.

We have half-filled pockets,
The same goes to our stomachs;
Let's cut the city into strips,
Until we reach the place to rest our buttocks.

Together we will walk to and fro,
Keep your patience my cronies;
If it's not the place, then back we go,
Make haste and drop your worries.

Finally, after a few mistakes,
We get to taste "our" thirst quencher;
Busy as a bee, let's halt and drink,
After all, we seldom get together.

We'll loosen up tonight,
Projects? Paper works? The hell I care;
Mishaps and subtle ideas, we'll listen,
Share jokes and insights, we've got time to spare.

So when the night ends perfectly,
I hope we have built something to remember;
Just be safe my fellow colleagues,
And make the bond we developed linger.