The case had ended only an hour ago and they were currently sitting at the bar taking down shots like it was nothing. There was no happy ending to that one as the Unsub decided to kill the hostage and open fire on the police that had surrounded him. Hotch, Rossi, and JJ were quick to head back to the hotel after three rounds, leaving the other three to drink the sorrow away.
That could lead to only bad news as they were left unrestrained. Soon enough Morgan was found on the dance floor with three women; one of which was Prentiss and Reid was left to continue his drinking spree.
It was five drinks later that he left his seat leaving enough money on the counter for their drinks and a tip to find the others. When he was close enough for them to hear what he wanted to say, he said, "I want a hotdog."
"Then let's go find you one," Morgan said them lead the way out of the bar to the streets where they roamed until they found a vender.
"What would you like?" he asked the trio.
"I want a hotdog with everything on it," Reid answered.
"One with ketchup." Prentiss requested.
And Morgan asked, "Can I have a bacon wrapped dog?"
"Wait," Reid yelped making the vender jump then look at him. "Can I have five?"
"Sure, the more dogs the merrier I always say." He smiled at the clearly intoxicated Reid.
Once Morgan paid for their meal, they took off down the street they were on and Prentiss said, "I want to go bowling."
"Whoa, bowling!" Reid shouted happily.
Morgan agreed too. As they looked for the closest alley, Reid asked, "Why do I have five hotdogs? Morgan, do you want one?"
"No, I already have one."
"Oh." He then turned to see a pair of girls walking by in the other direction. "Here," he said to one of them, "have a hotdog." And continued on, still holding the other four while they stopped in their tracks to look confused.
The closed bowling alley they could find was ten minutes from where they had ran into the girls.
"We will want bumpers please," Prentiss said.
"Why are you talking to a pole?" Morgan asked walking up behind her.
"Oh," she huffed then found the front desk and got them set up with bumpers and shoes.
Each took a turn Reid getting three, Prentiss five, and Morgan managed a gutter ball. On their next turn, Reid bowled in the wrong lane, Prentiss got another five and Morgan impressed the other two with a strike.
Prentiss had clapped happily for him and Reid jumped up from his seat with a hotdog in each hand to congratulate him.
The rest of the game went by with continued blunders and low scores with the end results being 14, 43, and 29 respectively.
And in an attempt to make there be some sort of prize, Reid handed Prentiss one of his hotdogs and tried to hand Morgan a half-eaten one. When he finally accepted it, Reid held the remaining two in his hands and started to spin around in a circle while waving them up and down singing, "I love hotdogs and bowling!"