What force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one?
Characters: Spencer Reid, JJ
Rating: G
Time Period: Modern
Location: Kitchen
Relative Date: The day after Reid got plastered with Tony, and a few days after JJ's arrival
Status: open Finished!
His head pounded. Thump, thump, thump, it went, painfully reminding him why consuming large quantities of alcohol was a very bad idea.
Slouched at the kitchen table, Reid risked opening an eye. Slowly. Weighing the opportunity costs, he calculated it was worth the slight increase in headache to be able to see properly, so he cracked the other open as well.
Having woken with the worst headache he could remember, Reid had stumbled downstairs to the kitchen with the vague notion that eating or drinking something would be helpful. He'd gotten as far as fetching one mug of water and one of coffee before collapsing at the table.
Now, he peered at the two mugs in front of him, trying to decide which to drink. It was a difficult question. Logic and every medical book he'd ever read told him to drink the water. But the primary gustatory region of his brain was arguing that the coffee would be infinitely more satisfying, and it was being very convincing.
Deciding that compromise was indeed the solidity of life, and thus the obvious solution was to drink both, Reid raised the mug of water to his lips.
((OOC: To reduce confusion, I've decided to quietly canon-update Reid. This means I'm just going to pretend that he came to the castle originally from season 5 (after he's recovered from the gunshot wound), and has always had those memories.))
Rating: G
Time Period: Modern
Location: Kitchen
Relative Date: The day after Reid got plastered with Tony, and a few days after JJ's arrival
Status: open Finished!
His head pounded. Thump, thump, thump, it went, painfully reminding him why consuming large quantities of alcohol was a very bad idea.
Slouched at the kitchen table, Reid risked opening an eye. Slowly. Weighing the opportunity costs, he calculated it was worth the slight increase in headache to be able to see properly, so he cracked the other open as well.
Having woken with the worst headache he could remember, Reid had stumbled downstairs to the kitchen with the vague notion that eating or drinking something would be helpful. He'd gotten as far as fetching one mug of water and one of coffee before collapsing at the table.
Now, he peered at the two mugs in front of him, trying to decide which to drink. It was a difficult question. Logic and every medical book he'd ever read told him to drink the water. But the primary gustatory region of his brain was arguing that the coffee would be infinitely more satisfying, and it was being very convincing.
Deciding that compromise was indeed the solidity of life, and thus the obvious solution was to drink both, Reid raised the mug of water to his lips.
((OOC: To reduce confusion, I've decided to quietly canon-update Reid. This means I'm just going to pretend that he came to the castle originally from season 5 (after he's recovered from the gunshot wound), and has always had those memories.))