#paradillon

Spencer: Joe's was busy as Spencer had come to see was typical, but even more busy as it was a Friday night. He got there before Dillon, the blonde nurse he'd made plans with, and managed to secure two seats at the bar. He waved a greeting to Joe, waiting for the woman to join him before ordering.

Dillon: Walking in to the bar Dillon looked around. Her shift had been long and tedious but plans with Spencer seemed like fun. Getting out, having fun, getting her mind off of things. Spotting him she walked over and sat next to him. "Looks you got some prime barstool real estate. How'd you manage that?"

Spencer: Spencer turns as a voice sounds beside him, seeing Dillon. He smiles, shrugging a little. "Must be my stunning good looks and charm."

Dillon: "A boy genius and oh so modest," she joked before ordering her beer from Joe. "So congratulations. That's a huge feat. Seems like we're the one hospital that literally seems to have the best of everything," she joked with a chuckle as she pushed her blonde locks off her face and looked at him.

Spencer: "What can I cay, being a boy genius with stunningly good looks can go to one's head, apparently," He jokes with a grin, also ordering a beer. "Thanks, it feels pretty good. Or well, it did, before I knew who the man was," Spencer adds with a small shrug. He laughs, nodding, "I guess that's the draw of the hospital. Best doctors, best facilities, best nurses," He winks.

Dillon: Blushing slightly she sipped her beer before setting the bottle down "I remember when I first heard about this place and god that was years ago. Its grown so much. Cheers to working at the best."

Spencer: "Yea, I heard about it a while back. Then when the whole shooting happened..." He mutters, shaking his head. "Hard to believe three kids would enter a hospital with guns. But they've really come back. It's a great place," He says. Spencer smiles, lifting his bottle up as well. "Cheers to that."

Dillon: Clanking her bottle to his she took another long sip of the beer and ordered them a round of shots. "People seem to find themselves here don't they? I mean, look at...well everyone. Think that will happen for us?"

Spencer: "What do you mean, find themselves?" Spencer asks, smiling a little as she orders shots. "I know a lot of them are paired up, married, having babies. That what you mean?"

Dillon: "I was talking with some of the nurses who've been around a while. It seems like before the pairing off and birthing humans a lot of them were lost, some left but always came back...said this was the place they called home and where they found themselves." Handing him a shot glass full of whiskey she smiled at him again, "To new friends and good life?"

Spencer: Spencer listens to her, nodding a bit. "I know about the Shepherd and Grey epic romance," He says. "I didn't hear it was a common thing, though." He's not sure how he feels about that, to be honest. Though it could only be a good thing, right? He laughs, taking the whiskey shot from her, raising it up to hers. "To new friends and a good life," He nods, clinking the glass against hers, before tossing it back.

Dillon: Dillon wasn't sure what possessed her to order more shots but she did. Whiskey running through her veins she felt a little more comfortable. "Seems they're all that way...god I don't even remember the last time I had any of that.." Snapping out of it she looked back at him and smiled, "Wanna get crazy drunk tonight?"

Spencer: He nods, shrugging a little bit. "I can. But I try not to wallow. Part of me thinks it's all a load of crap. I mean, between 40 and 50 percent of marriages end in divorce, people die everyday. What's the point, really?" He says. He pauses, laughing a bit. "Sorry, I don't mean to be a downer." Spencer grins at her, taking one of the shots Joe delivers, tossing it back as an answer. "I knew you and I would get along, Dillon."

Dillon: Laughing as the night went on two shots turned at least six and a single beer turned into well...a lot and Dillon was laughing as they walked out of Joe's together. "Oh my god you did not do that, you did not!"

Spencer: "I did! I told you, darts is all physics. Most sports are, you can boil it all down. I can get the perfect bullseye, every time, and I proved it!" The cold air hits him hard, sobering him up only a little bit. He'd had seven shots and 4 beers, so he was pretty drunk.

Dillon: "Oh come on just stop being Sheldon Cooper for five minutes," She laughed as she texted an Uber to take her home. "You wanna come back to my place and do more shots since Joe cut us off?"

Spencer: "Hey, I am not Sheldon Cooper! Although, dude's pretty awesome for a TV sitcom character," Spencer laughs. "You should meet my friend Spencer Reid. If you think I'm bad...you ain't seen nothing till you meet him." He laughs, leaning against the light post, shrugging. "I'm down. Are you sure you won't get alcohol poisoning or something though? You're tiny."

Dillon: "I am tiny but mighty," she joked laughing as she spun around. "And he sounds cute, sure what the hell. It's been so long since I've gotten any sort of action so I'll go for it." Laughing as they piled into the Uber she gave the driver her address still all drunk and giddy.

Spencer: He chuckled, "Alright, you know when to stop I'm sure." Spencer laughs, almost doubling over, shaking his head. "Reid isn't really the action type. Not a just met you get some action guy, anyways." He gets into the Uber after her, refraining from commenting on how  many crimes had been committed through Uber lately. "Close to the hospital," He comments about her address.

Dillon: "I figured it was the smart thing to do,"she laughed as they poured out and she searched for her keys to let them in. "I'd still like to meet him, I mean, new friends are always nice." Letting them in after fumbling a few moments Dillon flipped the lights on. "It's not much but it's home." Going to the freezer she pulled out a bottle of fireball and started drinking from it before handing it to him. "Gotta love cinamon whiskey, tastes like Christmas!”

Spencer: "Well, that probably won't happen soon, he lives in DC and travels a lot for work," Spencer tells her. "How does cinnamon taste like christmas?" He laughs, though he takes the bottle and takes a sip himself.

Dillon: "You tell me but it does," she laughed as she pulled her sweater off over head to reveal her petite frame in just a tight black tank top with her jeans. Grabbing a couple of glasses she searched for the bourbon in her counters. "Bourbon okay?"

Spencer: He laughs, shaking his head at her, watching unashamedly as she strips the sweater off. His eyes move up and down her body, the jeans and tank top hugging her curves. "Yea," He nods. "Perfect."

Dillon: Finding the bottle she pulled it down and poured them each a drink. Handing him his she took another swig of fireball before drinking her bourbon. "Oh my god," she jumped up on her counter to face him, "Nothing beats a good scotch after a long day...or bourbon...alcohol," she laughed drunk as she smiled at him

Spencer: He took the drink from her with a thanks, taking a drink of it. "Good stuff," He says appreciatively, laughing with her. "Cheers to that!" He agrees. "You're really hot you know," He says then, inhibitions gone.

Dillon: "Oh I'm hot huh?" She laughed and walked towards him, "You're not so bad yourself

Spencer: "You are," He nods matter-of-factly. "Tell me...what are your views on drunken sex...?"

Dillon: "Um," she laughed a little and looked at him, "As long as theres condoms and two consenting adults why the hell not."

Spencer: "I'm forward when I'm drunk, please feel free to tell me to shove off or punch me if it makes you uncomfortable," Spencer offers, tilting his head and looking at her. "But, I think I've got condoms."

Dillon: Slinking towards him she bit her lower lip as she got in her tip toes right in front of his face, "Well then. Looks like we have everything we need."

Spencer: Glad to see Dillon moving toward him, his hands move to her waist, smiling back at her. "Looks like we do," He murmurs, leaning down to kiss her.

Dillon: Leaning up she met his lips with a vigorous passion as she wrapped her petite self around his burly frame.

Spencer: Spencer leaned into the kiss more as she kissed back, mouths locked together for a while. He breaks apart for a moment, finding his bag where he'd abandoned it by her door, and digging through it. Luckily, he does find a strip of foil squares in one of the pockets, and he shoves it in his pocket before going back to her, kissing her again. His hands move to the back of her thighs, easily lifting her up.

Dillon: As her legs wrapped around his torso and he lifted her up onto the counter her hands explored his body before the began to unbutton his shirt. Pulling it down her eyes locked on his , her nails grazing over his bare chest before thrusting her lips back upon his and her tongue into his mouth

Spencer: Spencer sets her down on her counter, hands moving up to her waist, slipping underneath the cami she's wearing to rub against her skin. He keeps his eyes on her, taking in the feeling of her hands on his chest, moving across the buttons and pushing his shirt off. He helps her, slipping his arms out and letting it fall to the floor of her kitchen before their lips crash together again, and her tongue is in his mouth. As they kiss, he moves his hands to the hem of the cami, and he slips it up, breaking their kiss for one moment to lift it over her head, kissing her again quickly as he lets her shirt drop to join his.

Dillon: She hadn't had a drunk hook up in a while but it was like riding a bike. As they kissed her hands went down to his zipper and she got his pants off as quickly as possible, "Might want to grab that condom," she smirked between kisses.

Spencer: Dillon is moving along quickly, but Spencer has no complaints, he feels himself getting harder by the second, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. She remedies this, he feels her hands at the zipper, and he steps out of them. He smirks against her lips, holding a hand up, the foil packet he'd grabbed from his pocket in it. "Got it," He smirks. "Bedroom? Are are you feeling the couch?" He asks. "I think I'm a little too drunk to do it standing up, don't want to risk injury."

Dillon: "I don't care, I’m not the kind of girl to make a big thing about where we do it I just need to feel you inside of me," she smirked out as she kissed his neck.

Spencer: "Mmm, my kinda girl," He murmurs, hands slipping under her thighs to once again lift her up. He locates a bedroom easily, figuring it's the best bet, with the amount of alcohol in his system, and sets her down on the bed, crawling up over her, hooking his fingers in the waist of her pants and panties, pulling them both down her long legs, before leaning in, lips finding her neck.

Dillon: Head tossed back she sighed in ecstasy. It bad been so long since she was touched, kissed, it was like the first time again only...it wasn't... toes curling she melted into him letting the alcohol guide them