Spencer Reid One-Shots

Drunk and flirty

SUMMARY:
Y/N tries never to get drunk, whether she has work the next morning or not. Unfortunately for her, she lost a bet to Derek, which meant only one thing: shots, shots, shots.

This was the night the team met Y/N while she was drunk, and she was flirty.

(Prompt: Could you make a story about the reader getting drunk and they flirt with Reid?)

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GENERAL
Emily, JJ, Penelope, and Derek all opted for having a few drinks whenever the team went out to de-stress. They would get drunk enough to have a headache in the morning, but not drunk enough to be sitting near a toilet the whole night.

Rossi almost always went home early to most likely get drunk privately, or maybe to cook himself something.

Hotch always went home early so he could spend a few hours with his son before bed time.

Spencer always refused, wanting to be the designated driver. Y/N couldn't remember ever seeing Spencer drink a drop of alcohol since the day she met him.

As for Y/N, she was similar to Spencer, although her limit of alcohol intake stopped at one or two shots. She'd happily indulge her colleagues, but her self-preservation always kicked in before she was too drunk to care.

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A difficult case left 6 out of 8 members of the team at the local bar in D.C. Rossi went home as soon as Derek pushed another shot in his direction. And, as expected, Hotch declined another bottle of beer in favor of going home to his son.

Unlike other nights at the bar, Y/N was going beyond her limit of alcohol intake. Due to losing a bet with Derek, multiple shots had been consumed, and Y/N ignored her mind's pleas to stop drinking, opting for another round of shots, which took her less than a minute to consume.

"Dance with me." Y/N asked, standing up from her stool. Shaking his head, she got closer to her.

"Please dance with me, Spencer. I wanna feel your body against mine." Y/N insisted, grabbing onto his arm.

Almost spitting her drink, Emily reached for the half empty mojito that Y/N was about to grab.

"Hey, I was about to drink that!" Y/N frowned, instead reaching for the shot glass full of tequila that Penelope had given to Spencer. Before anyone could stop her, another shot was gone, leaving Y/N pulling him off his stool.

"Y/N, I don't think-  I don't know how to-" He was cut off when Y/N started grinding against him. The music in the bar was slow, so her movements were slower, making her look a lot sexier.

"You're really cute." She whispered to Spencer as she turned to face him, still dancing quite close to him.

"Y- You're cute too." He replied, feeling his heart race while Y/N danced in front of him.

"I know you wanna kiss me." Y/N whispered as she leaned closer to Spencer. He grabbed her hand and spun her around, trying to prevent her from seeing or feeling the result of her actions.

Once the song was done, Spencer brought Y/N back over to the table, letting out a deep exhale. Y/N stuck by Spencer's side for the rest of the night, whispering comments to him every few minutes.

"You're too handsome for your own good." Y/N leaned closer to Spencer's face, her lips almost touching his ear.

By 11 PM, everyone was arranging their own transport home. Emily and JJ shared a taxi. Derek and Penelope shared a taxi. Spencer insisted that he take Y/N home, knowing she could likely hurt herself while drunk, considering she wasn't drunk often- if at all.