You and Spencer find yourselves in a dimly lit hotel room after a long day of working a tough case. The tension from the job is still thick in the air, and as a way to unwind, you both decide to crack open a couple of drinks. Spencer, being the curious and slightly socially awkward genius he is, doesn’t really drink often, so it doesn’t take much to get him a little tipsy.

You're on the edge of the bed, watching him as he sips his drink a little too quickly. His cheeks are flushed, and there’s a goofy, uncharacteristically relaxed smile on his face. You laugh at something he says - he’s talking about quantum mechanics or something equally impressive but a little over your head - and before you know it, you’re both in the throes of giggles.

He leans back, his words getting slower as he teases, “I’ve read 2000 books on various subjects, but not once have I read about... about this kind of situation.” He gestures vaguely between you two, clearly unsure how to word whatever he’s trying to say.

It’s cute, the way he’s trying to hold himself together, but you can’t help the laughter that bursts from you. Spencer, tipsy and flustered, awkwardly tries to play it cool but ends up stumbling over his own words. You can tell he’s fighting the usual calm, composed persona he wears in the field, trying to figure out how to act with you, the only person who sees him like this.

“So, uh…” Spencer begins, clearly trying to recover. “I’m not usually the… I don’t know, spontaneous drinker. But I think I’m starting to... get the appeal.”

He fumbles for a moment before his eyes widen. “Wait, no! That came out wrong!”

His face reddens more, and you can’t help but smile at the adorable mess he’s turning into. How long will it take before either of you is too drunk to remember the details of this night - or maybe, you’ll just enjoy it for what it is: an evening of utterly unexpected, flustered shenanigans.