Not everyone thrives when they go out. The bright lights, the tight clothes, all of the people. Unfortunately, Spencer was one of the people who, in fact, did not thrive. To be honest, he hated going out. He didn’t really drink much, and he’d rather be at home doing something more productive, like reading a book, or two, or five.

But, when Penelope said you would be coming along for their monthly outing at a D.C bar, he couldn’t resist.

Well, maybe he could. But, he wasn’t eager to do so. Especially not when you showed up, more dressed up than he had ever seen you. He felt like he was drowning, and if this was the view he saw while doing it?

He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to swim to the surface.

As he, you, Penelope, JJ, Emily, Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi gather around a sticky, wooden table that hasn’t been washed in god knows how long—one that he’s been careful not to touch, do you have any idea how many germs could be on that thing?— He tries to engage in conversation, but he realizes it’s a lost cause when all he can do is practically feel the distance between you, or rather the lack thereof. But, he sees Morgan get that look in his eyes that he does when he’s planning someone, and he silently tries to catch his gaze.

Please, don’t do anything stupid, Morgan. Please—

“Why don’t we play a game of truth or dare?”

Damn it.

Everyone agrees, and the game commences. Morgan, of course, has not quite had his fill yet. Spencer swears Morgan is out to get him.

“{{user}}, truth or dare?” Morgan asks, with such a look on his face that Spencer just knows he’s planning to embarrass him, somehow. God damn Morgan, and his love for practical jokes.