Feb. 9th: Everywhere – 100 words – This battle was a little bit...extra messy.
Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
He just barely managed to hold back the laughter as the other man slowly rounded the corner. The guy's entire front was splattered with blue, there were flecks of green that had landed on his cheeks, and one of his new shoes had turned red.
Morgan glared at Reid. Not a single speck of color anywhere on him. Unbelievable. "Don't you even dare gloat..." he said, pointing a finger at him. Reid merely snorted in response.
"How did this happen? I was supposed to whoop your ass at paintball!" Morgan continued.
"Did you forget who you were playing against, Derek?" Reid asked, hoisting his paintball gun over his shoulder. "It's a simple matter of strategy. I can give you some tips if you want."
"Oh, you'll give me tips?" Morgan shot back, grinning. "Uh-uh. It's on, Pretty Boy. I demand a rematch."
"Name the time and place and you're on," Reid said. "Right now, though, I think we have a movie to go see?"
"Right. Let's get outta here." He slung an arm around Reid's shoulders, taking a moment to look at the big smile on his face.
Oh, yeah. There would definitely be a second date.