Thursday 6:00 P.M.
"The bar is phenomenal," Joey and Sofia Addams are amazing. Emily doesn't want to admit it but right now she could stay undercover for years. She cannot/ will not complain about having to sleep with Hotch. God, and there's not a single awful person in their neighborhood!
"You just have to try margaritas!" Sofia is surprisingly relatable.
Joey and Hotch seem to be having a bit of a harder time.
"I haven't really seen much football," Hotch says honestly, at least Emily's having a good time.
"No football?... What do you drink?" Joey's futile attempts at conversation are only making everything worse.
"Guinness usually."
Finally. "Really? You strike me more of a bud light kinda guy."
Hotch actually winces at this accusation," no. Maybe some platinum every once in a blue moon but I don't care for the taste."
Joey looks at Hotch like he's a completly new person," thank you! Man, you gotta meet my buddy Al. He really thinks bud light is the shit."
Hotch simply nods, he's not very good with conversation with people outside the team and murder victims.
"These are great!" Emily informs Hotch, floating her cup by his face.
"So... do you like margaritas Aaron?" Sofia asks sipping her drink.
"Never had one." The vibrations of Hotch's phone pull him mercifully from the scene.
"Hello?"
"Listen, Aaron, you know I wouldn't call you if it wasn't something important.."
Hotch sends a smile to the table," okay."
Rossi clears his throat," that couple you're with... are they the Addams?"
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Fanfic"He's got a type, Aaron." "Absolutely not." A glare is fixed over the team," no. I won't make a decision like that for her." Emily clears her throat, bringing the attention away from the arguing men to her," I'll do it. If it's okay with you, Hotch...
