"we're gonna go dance for a bit, you joining us?" Lucy turned to me.
"uh I'm nowhere near drunk enough for that, maybe in a few minutes" I chuckled.
She nodded, placing a kiss on my cheek before standing from her seat and making her way to the dance floor along with the rest of the group, leaving Spencer and I sat at the table alone.
"so do you guys do this often? go out drinking whenever you have a day off?" I wondered, turning my attention to the quiet boy but still watching the rest of the group dance the night away.
"uh.. sometimes" he replied.
"no offence but you don't seem the type" I stated.
"none taken. and I'm not, they just like to drag me along so I'm not in my apartment alone all the time" he admitted.
oh..
Jeez.
Alright.
"so you've got 3 PhD's and an eidetic memory? what? did you go to college at 13 or something?" I chuckled.
"i did actually" he nodded.
"oh shit, really? that's... that's amazing" I turned my head to look at him, noticing he had barely touched his drink. "not much of a drinker either, are you?"
"not really" he spat.
Jesus, he's a talker.
"so tell me about you? outside of the BAU, who is Spencer Reid?" I wondered, spinning in my chair so that I was completely facing him.
"I read a lot" he nodded.
"I thought so, you look like the type to read a lot.. hmm.. tell me, whats your favourite book you read last year?" I wondered.
"i don't think I've ever read a book I didn't love" he finally lifted his head to look at me.
"what was the last one you read?" I asked softly, a small smile on my face as i knew that Spencer was warming up to me.
"I've recently been re-reading The Narrative Of John Smith by Arthur Conan Doyle" he replied.
"never heard of it. Tell me about it" I nodded in his direction.
He shuffled in his seat almost as he was preparing himself.
"okay so basically.. Arthur Conan Doyle lost the manuscript of his first novel, and later professed horror at the thought that it should be found and published. As we now, he rewrote much of it from memory, and "The Narrative of John Smith" has indeed been published" As it stands, it's not a long book, and next to nothing happens. I doubt it would have seen print in the 1880s, but now we're familiar with the author's life and work, and we're interested to follow his development as a writer, a thinker and a person" he began speaking with a small smile on his face, he was clearly enjoying himself. "John Smith, perhaps Conan Doyle's vision of himself as an older man, is confined to his room by gout; the narrative consists of his reflections on life and his conversations with his doctor, his neighbours, his landlady, and the local curate - characters who are depicted with a lively authenticity. Nowhere else in his fiction does Conan Doyle discourse on such a range of topics - politics, religion, philosophy and much more - with the boldness of youth and often with the wisdom of maturity. Perhaps it's not a novel so much as a series of sketches"
"I've been meaning to brush up on my reading. It sounds really interesting and it's clearly a favourite of yours. So you'd recommend it for less experienced reader?" I wondered.
"oh I would 100% recommend it to anyone! I found it perplexing. As much as I enjoyed reading it, I wished it had been completed, because it leaves you left hanging a little. I knew when I bought it that it was unfinished. I believe it to be a self-reflection piece of narrative. Even though it is fiction, I believe it was a parallel between his life, and the fictitious one he wrote about. One can't write about their life after passing, so it would ring true that it would be left unfinished. Although I wish he could have, it would have been nice to see how he would have ended it" he explained.
"okay now I've got to read it. With a review like that? It's gotta be good" I chuckled lightly. "that's definitely my next buy"
"hey, I've got a bunch of copies. I could give Lucy one at work and she could take it your way?" he suggested.
"that would be amazing, thank you" I nodded.
"you're welcome" he smiled gently. "so how long have you and Lucy known each other ?"
"well we've known each other forever. We met in middle school, became best friends in high school and the rest is history. And here we are, almost 3 years later" I smiled.
He nodded gently before taking a sip of his drink.
"how about you? you got a girl in your life?" I asked gently, definitely catching his attention as he quickly lifted his head to look at me once more.
"oh definitely not" he laughed lightly. "girls don't tend to like me, they think I'm weird"
I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
"why do you think that?" I wondered.
"because they usually tell me and well.. I am weird.. I slouch, my hair is too long, my tie is perpetually crooked" he shrugged, a sad smile on his face.
"I like your hair" I responded almost instantly, taking a notice of his almost shoulder length locks.
He stared at me for a moment, clearly not expecting me to compliment him.
"thanks" he smiled gently, turning back to his drink for a third time.
"so you've never had a girlfriend?" I asked.
He tilted his head at me ever so slightly.
"I'm sorry, we just met, that's rude of me to ask" I sat back in my seat, apologetically.
"no, it's okay" he nodded. "and no i haven't"
I opened my mouth to respond when the group returned once more.
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