"What? I can't hear you!" yelled Morgan, over the blasting music of the club.
"I said, I wonder where Reid and Lila are!" Garcia yelled back.
"I don't know. I don't see Wilkins either."
"She called me and said she'd be a little late."
Morgan leaned in towards Garcia, implying he didn't hear her.
"I said!" she began again. "Wilkins called me and said she was going to be a late."
Morgan patted her on the shoulder, still only hearing the word "Wilkins", and walked off to join the crowd of dancers.
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"So, where did you say we're going?" Lila asked, leaning in the doorway while Reid searched for his cell.
"Wilkins invited us to some club on Virginia beach," he answered absentmindedly.
Lila audibly chuckled at Reid's choice of attire for a club. "Wilkins; she's that girl you were with at the Ball, isn't she?" she asked, tossing her blonde hair behind herself.
"Yeah." Reid lifted the couch cushion. "Where?" he whispered to himself.
"She's cute."
Reid paused looking around. "I guess," he answered, grabbing his cell from the coffee table, and wondering how he'd missed it.
Reid pushed pass Lila, closing the door to his apartment behind them. "She must have been pretty upset that I busted up your date," Lila continued, almost sarcastically.
"No. Actually, no."
Reid abruptly stopped walking upon exiting the apartment building. It was raining, and he'd left his jacket up stairs. Oh well, he thought, I'm not going back now. "Taxi!" he called, nearly jumping into the street.
"Spencer, are you ok? You seem – uptight," asked Lila, as they got into the taxi.
"Peabody's Night Club, on Virginia Beach, please," he told the driver. He didn't answer Lila. The truth was, he was confused. He still couldn't comprehend Wilkins' actions. All the facts pointed to that she was upset, and was trying to prove herself on the same level as Lila. She couldn't possibly be doing all this for no reason. But if that was the case, that meant – that means she did care about me, thought Reid.
He didn't feel that flustered, butterfly feeling he'd had before for Lila, but he wasn't sure how he felt for Wilkins – Holly – especially now. Before she had always lifted his spirits, and he actually felt comfortable around her. But now, he wasn't sure.
"Spencer," Lila said sternly.
"S-sorry, I was just - thinking."
Lila almost asked 'what about', but she was beginning to feel that Reid didn't feel for her anymore.
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Reid stayed planted at the bar, sipping on some OJ. The truth was, he didn't want to be here. It wasn't just the fact that it was a club, and he had absolutely no business there, but he dread to see Wilkins.
Lila had abandoned him almost as soon as they'd gotten there, to join Prentiss and Morgan on the dance floor. Garcia was sitting beside him, but she was too busy scrutinizing Morgan.
Suddenly she poked Reid. "Hey, Holly's here."
Reid didn't turn around at first, but Garcia just poked him and repeated what she'd said, thinking he didn't hear her the first time.
Reid reluctantly turned around. Wilkins still donned the stilettos she'd worn earlier that day, but she'd changed into skinny jeans and a tube-top. She looked over to Reid, waved, and began to walk that way. Reid forced a smile, although he feared that somehow – for some reason – he had influenced this sudden change in Wilkins.
She chose the seat beside Garcia, which surprised Reid; she always sat beside him.
"Double vodka on the rocks, please!" she yelled to the bartender.
Reid smirked to himself. "I thought you didn't drink."
"Since when?" she shot back, grasping the glass the bartender handed her, and taking a large sip.
"You told me you didn't," Garcia put in.
Thank you, Garcia, thought Reid.
Wilkins downed the rest of her drink quickly, holding back the gag that was scratching at the back of her throat. "I told you that last week." She pushed the empty glass toward the bartender and stood up, barely being able to resist holding her throbbing temple. If they asked, she'd say it was brain freeze from the ice.
She slowly walked into the crowd of dancers, disappearing from Reid's view. She leaned against the wall to steady herself. She was already getting dizzy. I am not going to let this stop me from showing that blonde bimbo a thing or two, she promised herself. She looked around, spotting Lila at a table with two men she obviously couldn't know.
Reid glanced at his watch; 10:38. He couldn't leave until Lila wanted to, and by the look of those three shots, she'd be here a while longer. He just wanted to go home.
"Hey," Morgan said, as he came back to the bar, "check out you girl's moves." Reid turned around. Morgan was pointing toward Wilkins, who danced seductively to some dumb song that kept repeating "p-p-p-poker face". She was with some guy she didn't know. She almost blended in with the crowd, but she still had that innocent glow around her eyes, no matter how much makeup or vodka she used to hide it.
She didn't know who this guy was. He'd said his name was Samuel Darwin. She wasn't sure what she was doing, either. She'd never danced like this before; when she was at this club the last time she'd stayed at the bar, trying to get used to the surroundings.
"Holly, why don't you, uh… You wanna see my place?" asked Samuel, running his fingers through his blonde hair.
Maybe it was the drink that was truly her first that made her agree, or maybe it was that misplaced sense of spite. Maybe it was the fact that he reminded her of someone for some reason, or maybe she really just wanted to.
He had a nice car, but he didn't seem to mind when that double vodka ended up on his backseat; he didn't even flinch.
Reid hadn't even seen her leave; nobody did. They were to busy trying to calm a hammered Lila.
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Dun-dun-dun! :O I wonder where I've heard Samuel Darwin – S.D. – before…