Wildcard (A.H. x Reader x S.R.)

Chapter 5 - Wild Nights

"I kissed the lips of a potion,

And now I'm out in the open,

So follow me into the dark,

Break up a piece of your heart,

Sell it for, sell it for,

Sell it for money and cars,

Come out wherever you are..."

-Sway With Me – Saweetie and Galxara

Spencer chuckled, "ok, y/n." You smile, walking away and towards the bar and took an open space, waiting for the bartender to swing by you so you could order a drink. You waited patiently, looking at the other patrons of the bar and studying them. Everyone was lost in their own little worlds and you grinned, hoping you were going to play your cards right and get lost in a world with Doctor Spencer Reid.

"What can I get for you?" a bartender asked politely.

"An old fashioned, please," you reply, giving him a polite smile as he walked away to make your drink. He came back a minute or two later and you nod, slapping a bill on the counter and walking away with your drink. You found that Spencer was waiting for you, smiling with his chin resting on his other hand that was propped on the table. "Take a picture, doctor. It will last longer," you joke, making him chuckle softly.

"Maybe I will, y/n. You never know," he joked back. You took a sip of your old fashioned. "Old fashioned?" he asked quizzically.

"Yeah. I was in the mood for something simpler," you answer, nodding, setting the glass tumbler on the table.

"You know, an old fashioned was one of the earlier and simpler versions of cocktails before more modern bartending were developed in the later 19th century. The original definition of the cocktail varied slightly depending on the writer defining the word but was ultimately defined as a cocktail of potent spirits, bitters, water and sugar. As cocktails became more complex, drinkers would ask bartenders for drinks more akin to the pre 1850's drinks as they weren't developed with liqueurs or absinthe. The drink came back into vogue and was deemed the old fashioned, and the Pendennis Club, which was founded in 1881 in Louisville, Kentucky, claims it was invented there," Spencer explained, his voice betraying his nervousness as he rambled.

You smiled at him, absolutely enthralled by every word falling out of his mouth. You understood that he thought he was putting you off. You enjoyed his rambling, however, nodding and letting your face show how impressed you were. "I never knew that. It's nice to know though. Never know when it could help me kick ass at a trivia night," you comment, giving him a bright smile as you tried to put him at ease.

He started fidgeting with his fingers. "Sorry. I just, uh, ramble whenever I get overly nervous or, um, excited. You probably want me to shut up," Spencer said, looking down at his hands.

You scowled. "Nope. I like that you enjoy learning and sharing your knowledge with the rest of the world. It's nice. Ramble as much as you want. I'd rather you keep talking, genius. I like you, believe it or not," you shoot back, making him blush and look up in surprise. You just grin, taking another swig of your drink.

"Y-You like me?" Spencer asked.

You nod, "yup. Sure do. I think you're fucking amazing." He smiled, blushing a bit harder and looking back down at his hands.