The Red Lounge ~Spencer Reid x Reader ~

Anxious

While babysitting (Y/n) teases Spencer from afar.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpKLXHKems4

Derek and Savannah promised to be back around 11, and I assured them I didn't mind if they were late, I was just going to watch TV anyway. Hank was put to bed around 7:30, and I had his video baby monitor beside me on full volume as I sat and helped myself to a bowl of ice cream.

It was 10 now, and as I pressed play on the next episode of the netflix show I was watching, my phone dinged from where I had it plugged in against the wall. I reached for it blindly, too enraptured by the show to really pay attention to where my hand was going. When it was finally in my hand I forced myself to look away long enough to read the message. It was Jennie.

Jennie <3
He looks miserable.

Attached was a photo of Spencer leaning against the wall, his eyes scanning the crowd, a bored expression on his face.

Jennie <3
He's security tonight, poor lamb :(

I smirked, shaking my head. He did look miserable. The club looked busy, but not as exciting as it did on Friday. Friday night was the classes night, and most everyone there was a newbie, and it was a munch of sorts. I had busied myself while Hank slept educating myself on some of the words I remembered Spencer mentioning during the Q&A, Munch being one of them.

I swear, I'm gonna need flashcards.

Tonight, however, the club was a private event, or at least, that's what Jennie had said when she texted earlier. The staff was really only there to offer advice, but the host was a long time member, and he had relegated much of the staff to their side duties. Jennie had been giving me a play by play, and this latest update was about the absolutely abysmal look on Spencer's face.

Me
His next drink's on me.

Jennie <3
You got it.

She was once again bartender at the wet bar, and I had no idea if Spencer even drank, he had mentioned that he didn't when he was acting in a dominant role, requiring that both he and his partners were sober during all scenes. But that didn't mean he wasn't drinking tonight. Hopefully he would, to at least have a little fun.

I received no further texts for a good 15 minutes, long enough for the main character in the show to say something stupid and chase away her best friend. I was all but shouting at the screen when she wouldn't just be an adult and call her, then again, who was I to talk. I had packed my shit and moved away in an afternoon because I caught my boyfriend cheating. But in my defense, it was only the tip of the iceberg. A very big, very disappointing iceberg.

When my phone did go off, it startled me, and I jumped.

Spencer
Buying me drinks now?

I bit my lip and laughed, pulling my feet up under me on the couch and wrapping my toes in the blanket. There was no denying the AC at the Morgan's was working just fine.

Me
I can hear you scowling from here.

I replied, excitement erupting in my stomach. I hated how so much alone time had let me think on what Jennie had said at lunch. She was right, of course. Just because the things we did had a sexual connotation, it didn't mean that we couldn't screw around as friends. I tried not to think about the fact that I knew I was catching feelings. I always caught feelings way too fucking fast. But over a weekend? That was warp speed even to me.

It was a honeymoon phase, give me a week and I would be fine.... I was sure of it.

Spencer
This has to be the most boring private event ever. Everyone here qualifies for the senior discounts.