''I really think I'd rather continue playing the trivia game- My TV show knowledge proved effective in that, whereas here I'm essentially helpless!''
''Oh noooo, no, no you don't, little Einstein. Repeat after me: 'Down, clink, down, up'!''
The third shot down the hatch. Had Reid not started so steadily earlier he would be far, far, far gone, being the lightweight that he is. Garcia slid the next shot in front of him, chanting again, ''Down! Clink! Down! Up!''
She clinked her pink shot glass gently against his, J.J's and Prentiss' then quickly knocked it back. Reid followed suit shortly after, a grimace wrinkling his face awkwardly. The girls around him giggled and awed at his ''shot face''.
''He's like a little angry chihuahua!'' J.J dared.
Spencer shot her his signature angry baby stare which just triggered more laughter from the group.
Across the bar, just past the pool table, sat the multicolored tile dance floor where Morgan danced almost provocatively in the center of a group of ladies. He held his hands behind his head and shimmied and gyrated his hips slowly. Girls came and went with him; the tiger of the dance floor.
Reid couldn't help but stare for just a moment out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't even begin to imagine what might lie underneath that slim-fit gray v-neck. Well, he could imagine- but really, how could he even guess the extent of those delicious, chiseled, cut, lickab-
''Something caught your eye, Spence?'' J.J mused from across the small table.
*Damn this alcohol. Shake it off. It was just a thought. It was just the alcohol. Everyones libido is up when they drink, you're no different. Its just the alcohol.*
Reid immediately turned hot red and looked down at his full shot glass nervously.
''O-oh no! J-just.. I'm just thinking of darts! A funny game, darts! Originally the board was cut into a tree and more commonly, a-at the time, referred to as a butt! Ahah, b-butt.. N-not like a rear o-or y'know not like a human posterior! But- I-it comes from the french word 'but' meaning target! In Yorkshire-''
''Take the shot, pretty boy.'' a deep voice chuckled as its owners large, callused hand came down on Reid's shoulder in a firm yet playful shove.
''No, no! Blow out the candles first!'' Prentiss sputtered excitedly, pushing the small cake closer to Reid then licking the bit of icing she caught on her thumb.
Reid took the shot obediently then felt his feet tingle almost numbly as it occurred to him exactly whose voice it was behind him.
''Reid! The candles- blow 'em out!'' rang the dark skinned agent behind him.
He blew them out harshly but was careful not to spit on the cake.
The table cheered all too enthusiastically and Morgan beamed as he snatched up the candles from the cake to eat the icing off.
After a slice of cake and another shot, everyone was in the birthday-spirit.
And Reid felt suddenly very ready to test out his new wobbly baby deer legs.
Garcia looked to him with a brow raised as he began to stand, wobbling uneasily and grabbing at the table. He jogged uncomfortably to the mens room, almost getting hit, ironically, with a dart on his way there.
Upon entering he noticed he was entirely alone, free to muse aloud as he pleased.
Instead of lecturing himself and slapping himself mentally for holding eye contact on Morgans body so long, he simply splashed some water on his face, wiped it off with a paper towel, used the urinal and left. He immediately strode toward the dance floor, feeling more confident than before. He found Prentiss and Garcia dancing along side Hotch and his wife. Reid joined in next to Garcia.
It seems like just as he started washing his hands after his second piece of cake, within the next second Reid had found himself lying on the floor of the mens bathroom, just watching the ceiling spin.
How many shots had it even been?
After what felt like an hour, he saw a grinning Derek Morgan standing over him. In a minute he was pulled to his feet, his own arm being hooked around the muscular neck of the taller agent.
''Look who is already all tuckered out!'' Morgan chimed to the girls at the table when he finally managed to get Reid over there. The other agents laughed mercilessly at the wobbly genius and asked about his ''getting home situation'' as they called it. Morgan said he'd drive him home since he hadn't had anything to drink and really didn't want to harsh anybody's mood.
''Say goodnight, birthday boy.'' Derek bubbled amusedly as he waved the other agents flimsy arm at the girls.
He slurred something of a goodnight to them and off they went.
Morgan practically carried Reid down the block to the parking garage where his car was.
''Geez, pretty boy, try using your feet, yeah?'' He teased to the drunken, shaggy haired profiler under his arm. He gripped his strong hand slightly harder on the other mans waist.
''Iss really okay, M'rgan... I can walk all...'' He indiscreetly gagged and swallowed. ''..All by m'self...''
''I really don't thi-''
''Did! Did'ju know! Diju know that.. The hist..ry of p'blic bars can be traced back to R..Roman taverns, through the.. the Anglo-Saxon Alehous..-'' Before he could finish his sentence he tangled his feet and lost control of his legs entirely.
Morgan caught him quickly, stumbling back against his car that they'd finally arrived at. Spencer's cheek smushed against Derek's peck tiredly and he drooled just a bit on his tight shirt.
''Told you.'' Morgan joked, trying to help Reid back to a stable position on his feet. He was purposely relying all his weight on Morgan so that he wouldn't have to move and the stronger agent would have to have his hands on him.
He really didn't know why he was doing this, nor did he care. There were hands. And they were on him.
It was nice.
''Okaaay.. Okay..!'' He held onto the darker mans shoulder and opened the front passenger seat, falling in hopelessly. Morgan laughed audibly and Reid looked up through squinted eyes.
''Wh.. whyyyy are you laughin' at me? I'm very intel..gent.'' he slurred, his hair a tousled mess.
Morgan held his weight on the frame of the door with one hand and leaned in over the skinny drunk. He pulled the seatbelt over his chest and reached under his hip to buckle it. Spencer smiled boozily and giggled.
''You're so precaution'ry- you're the safest!''
Another laugh emitted from the older man as he crossed around the car to the drivers seat and followed suit with his seat belt. He clicked the metal piece down and guided his hand routinely to the gear shift, his hand on the back of Reid's seat as he looked behind them to pull out.
Spencer sat up slightly and reached over to the radio almost instinctively turning to the classical XM station.
Upon hearing the first handful of notes he blurted out blankly, ''Symphony number 5 in C minor. Opera 67: 3. Allegro.''
A soft and bewildered gaze fell onto him from the drivers seat.
''Damn. Theres really no amount of booze that can truly throw you off your groove, huh?''
''Nnnnope.''
The ride home was a mess of different radio stations and laughter and alcohol breath-steamed windows.
The drunk's chauffeur turned lazily into the complex, parking just under the stairs leading up to a string of brown brick apartments. 5 doors ran down a narrow, railed balcony. Reid's was the fifth door down.
Morgan helped him out of the car as carefully as he could, but to no avail. The brunette bumped his head harshly on the frame of the door, but laughed all the while. Morgan did too.
After a stumbly, fumbly and giggly trip up the long stair case, they made it to Spencer's front door.
''Keys, Einstein?'' Morgan teased, holding his hand out for the keys.
Spencer grinned drunkly.
''They are in my left pocket. All of my door keys. My hands are numb.''
Morgan sighed jokingly.
Reid stood still- well, not really. But he ''stood his ground''.
Morgan gave an amused half smile and stepped closer, reaching into Reid's fitted front pants pocket in search of the keys.
Nothing.
''Reid. Keys.''
''Back left pocket.'' He kept his face straight. Ish.
Morgan raised his brow at the younger mans change through alcohol. He slid his hand into the back pocket of his jeans and looped his finger through the key ring, pulling them out. He blushed mentally, but held his cheeks as cool as he could.
Reid bounced against the rail softly and giddily. Morgan tugged him inside, sliding his hand over the wall blindly in search of the light switch.
Thump.
He laughed heartily as he found the switch and flicked it on, revealing a tangled genius in the corner with a pulled-down curtain and curtain pole around him.
After nearly an hour of fixing the curtains, fixing Reid and fixing coffee, they were both safely situated on the small sofa in front of a small gas fire. There were two contrasting cups of coffee on the table. One was particularly creamy and sugary, while the other was black but sweetened slightly.
Reid dropped his head back onto the arm of the couch behind him and hauled his legs over the other mans lap.
''I hate being drunk.. It makes it so much harder to concentrate...''
Morgan smiled softly, his eyes a bit drowsy and droopy.
''Why do you need to be concentrated on something at all times? Its nice to let your brain just.. You know. Take a break every once in a while. I'm sure that yours, especially, could use a break now and then.''
''I haven't lit... let my mind take this long of a break since.. Well since I was younger and didn't need to think all of the time..''
Morgan frowned slightly. The pale boy lifted his head and curled his legs behind him again, falling forward and frogging out. His legs were now behind him and his cheek was on Morgans lounged hip.
That didn't last long. He popped back up and sat with his legs criss-crossed, facing the other male.
''I'm restless. My mother used to call me a ''squirmy worm''. I don't like that. Its not correct.''
Everything in his head was rushing uncomfortable and his hands jutted forward abruptly to catch himself. One hand met with a hard bicep while the other blankly pushed at the air before falling to Morgans lap.
Even in Spencer's dizzy haze, he could feel all of his urges hurdling at him all at once. It was awkward, uncomfortable, arousing and evidently not fleeting.
''I oughta get out. Don't forget- tonights only thursday, pretty boy.''
Oh.
''Oh... Damn.''
Morgan grabbed Reid's keys and put them on the hook by the door and then made his way out, stopping to press his palms to the balcony railing and take in the night time air. Spencer toddled quickly behind, pressing his there as well, next to Morgan's.
''Thank you fer... Taking me home safe. Safely- Th-thank you for getting me home safely... Is what I meant..''
''Don't mention it, Reid.''
In a frenzy of sudden courage Reid leaned up and brushed his lips delicately against Morgans sharp jaw.
Reid blushed immediately and nodded.
''Well.. G-goodnight. Drive safely, don't forget to set your alarm- o-or alarms, I don't know if you use multiple alarms o.. or just a singler- Singular alarm. Any way, uh, get some rest! Night!''
He was a stuttering mess as he tried to brush off his abrupt and inappropriate behavior. He scuttled quickly back inside, shutting the door and locking it. He trailed back into the living room and onto the couch, plopping down exasperatedly.
Morgan blinked slowly and took in exactly what had just happened.
Would Reid even remember?
No.. Not a chance.
Does an eidetic memory still prove useful after being literally drunk off your ass?
Hm.
He couldn't deny that it was kinda sweet...
His foot caught on the mat slightly and nudged it over a bit. A glimpse of sliver got his eye as he moved it back.
An extra key.