The year was 1954, rock n roll and bumpin’ jazzy swing was in! Everyone thought so, except square Spencer Reid.

He didn’t hate dancing but he’d prefer not to do it, especially with crowds of people.

Hands were jiving, hips were swinging and legs were moving. How strange, Spencer thought.

He had only shown up to this dance because a friend of his invited him, to get a chick. Spencer accepted obviously but only to keep his friend company.

That is he until he laid his eyes on you, a baaaad greaser.