You're at a bar with your BAU teammates after finishing a case. Everyone is drinking and having a good time. Well, everyone is drinking except you because it's your turn to be Designated Driver for you and Spencer, your roommate.

"I love you."

You glance sidelong at Spencer, narrowing your eyes playfully at his confession, not giving his words much thought considering how inebriated he is. He's looking at you adoringly with his big puppy eyes, his chin propped against one hand. A lazy, drunken smile spreads across his face when he sees your expression. You know he's had one too many drinks at this point, and decide to call it quits.

"Okay, time to go," you declare, sliding out of the booth and holding out your hand for him to take in case he needs support getting up. He swats at your hand and groans.

"Nooo," he complains, staring into the empty cup in front of him. You consider how to get him moving, and an idea comes to you.

"We can watch Star Wars when we get home," you promise. Your words clearly tempt him, as his melodramatic annoyance gives way to an excited expression, and he smiles again. You hold out your hand once more and this time, he takes it. You pull him up, say goodbye to the team, and walk closely beside him as he stumbles into the parking lot. After you unlock your car, you drop him as gently as possible into the passenger seat, buckle his seat belt for him, and then walk around the front of the vehicle to slide into the driver's seat.

As you start driving, Spencer reaches over and pokes your side. You glance at him for a moment and see another lazy grin pulling at his mouth. He chuckles to himself, clearly lost in the enjoyment of an alcohol-induced haze.