Spencer Reid

Walking into the Casino undercover was not something Spencer originally had planned this week. In his head he painted the picture of sitting in his apartment reading yet another one of his books he had on his shelf and analyzing scenes he didn’t think of beforehand. He initially planned on maybe even figuring out how to cook. Someone who graduated high-school at the age of twelve, he had to have figured out how to cook right?

Wrong, of course.

As he walked into the Casino, the feeling of the grounds carpet hit his senses, though with his shoes, he couldn’t initially feel it with the padding covering his socks, it still gave him a sense of comfort. The noises the machines made? Not so much.

He walked to the table he was supposed to be playing at, freezing in his spot. Seeing you in a black dress with fishnets and heels. You only had two cards, though with the nonchalant look on your face, he knew you were winning the game.

As he sat down, he leaned against the chair, two fingers gripping his chin as he joined the game. The look on your face gave him a sense of confidence, but it wasn’t much.