McFriday (Part 1/2)
Title: McFriday Part 1/2 (Always Attract Verse)
Author: stl29tide
Rating: R
Summary: Reid and Casey start their voyage to St. Louis for Black Friday. I'm having to split it up in to two because it's turning out longer than I had planned, lol.
A/N: Also, I took some liberties. In reality, Oakdale is actually much closer to St. Louis then it is to Chicago. It's only about an hour and a half away, but in my alternate universe it's closer to Chicago and farther away from the STL, so there you go! :D
Reid was waiting outside of his and Katie’s apartment building, waiting for Casey to show up. It was 1:30 in the morning and Reid could still not believe that Casey had talked him into this. He was about to fall asleep standing up when the sound of tires screeching and loud music jerked him back awake. He looked up to see Casey sitting in the car, grinning widely. Reid rolled his eyes and slipped into the front seat, fastening his seatbelt. He glanced over at Casey who was still smiling like an idiot.
“I hate you,” Reid murmured.
“Not for long,” Casey said in a sing-song voice. “Open up the glove compartment.”
“Why?” he asked hesitantly.
“Just do it. It’s not going to bite you.”
Reid huffed. “Fine.” He opened up the compartment box and when he did a million snack cakes scattered all over his lap and onto the floor.
“Jesus Christ Casey.”
Casey started laughing. “Sugar. That’s how we’re going to get through the day. And please…..don’t act like you don’t love it. I know about your “secret” drawer in your office.”
“How the hell do you know about that?”
Casey shrugged. “Ethan might have mentioned something about it. He wanted me to make sure you didn’t run out and forget to buy more.”
Reid snorted. “Good god, that kid is exactly like……..” Reid shook his head. “Okay,” he said opening up a cupcake (one of those ones with the good fake frosting and squiggly white lines), “Just so you know, if you want to keep me going, you’re actually going to have to provide real meals in between putting me in to a diabetic coma.”
“Are you diabetic?” he asked worried.
“No, but I have a feeling after today I might be.”
“Here,” Casey said handing him a tall, skinny can.
“What in god’s name is ‘Red Bull’?”
“Seriously?” Casey asked in disbelief. “You’ve honestly never had a Red Bull?”
Reid shook his head.
“Good god man. Drink up. Trust me. You won’t regret it.”
“Those Casey Hughes…..are famous last words.” Reid popped the top on the can and took one long, big drink. “Ewwwww,” he said. “This is disgusting.”
“Here.” Casey handed him a pixy stick and Reid looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. Casey gestured for him to dump the pixy stick in his mouth and take a drink. Reid sighed, but did as directed. His face bunched up and he looked at Casey as if he didn’t know how it was he drank this stuff.
“Give it time,” Casey said knowingly. “You’ll feel it.”
“Okay, where’s the list?”
“Console,” Casey said munching on chips.
Reid hit Casey’s elbow off the console earning him a grunt in return. He opened it and removed the list inside. His eyes went wide at the sight.
“Holy shit Casey, how many malls are we going to?”
“Just a few,” he said shrugging.
“A few!? This is a bit more than a few. “Why are there so many lines all over?”
“I had to make some notes.”
“This one’s crossed out. Northwest Plaza?” he looked at Casey questioningly.
“Oh that. Most of the stores are closed down in there now apparently and the likelihood of one of us getting shot is probably 50% higher there than anywhere else. Did you know St. Louis was just named the most dangerous city in the country? That’s the second time in four years.”
“Well that’s comforting,” Reid mumbled.
“I’m sure it won’t be too bad.”
Reid ignored Casey’s nonchalant behavior. “What the hell does GATDPP mean?”
“Oh,” Casey grinned. “You’ll find out.”
*
“You okay? You’re shaking quite a bit.”
“I’m fine,” Reid said bouncing his legs up and down. Casey watched out of the corner of his eye as Reid rapidly drummed his hand against his leg.
“Okay, dude, seriously….what’s up?”
“Nothing,” he said quickly. “I think I have to pee though.”
“Pee?”
“Yeah,” he said shaking. “I’m like…..pee. I have to pee.”
“Ooookay,” he said slowly. “We’ll get off at the next exit then.”
*
Casey was waiting outside in the car. He kept glancing to the clock on the radio. “Christ Reid, what’s taking you so long?”
He sat there for another five minutes, before turning the car off and heading inside the gas station. He went down a few aisles and stopped when he saw Reid standing in front of a glass door.
“Whatchya doin’ buddy?” he said stopping right alongside Reid.
“There’s so many to choose from.”
Casey looked down and saw the open can of Red Bull in Reid’s hand. He glanced at it curiously and then back towards the multitude of energy drink selections that were being presented to them.
Reid was looking at them like he was in awe.
“You already have one though,” Casey said gently. “It’s right here….in your hand.”
Reid shook his head. “This is just to hold me over……while I’m choosing,” he added.
Casey nodded knowingly. “Yes, choosing the right energy drink can be a daunting task, but you don’t need to choose. I bought a whole pack of those, remember? They’re in the car,” he said slowly, hoping the words would penetrate Reid’s overactive brain.
Reid shook his head. “Drank them.”
“Drank them? Drank them what? How many did you drink?”
“All of them.”
“All of them!?” Casey shouted. “When the fuck did you do that? Where was I?”
“You were singing.”
Casey huffed. “Well, I mean….come on. Glee Soundtrack. How could you not?”
“I like Sue.”
“She doesn’t sing,” Casey said disgusted. He scrunched up his face in mid-thought. “And she’s mean to everyone.”
“Those are the two reasons why.”
“Oh please,” Casey said knowingly. “I heard you humming along to ‘Toxic’ in the car.”
“That’s different. That’s Britney. I dare anyone to listen to a Britney song and not hum along.”
“That is true,” Casey agreed. “Plus Brittany, ‘a-n-y’,” he clarified, “totally kicked ass in that episode. That girl can dance.”
“John Stamos,” Reid said taking a drink from the can in his hand.
“Oh yeah,” Casey said grinning and nodding in agreement. “John Stamos looked fucking hot during that episode.
Reid turned his head and raised his eyebrows before focusing his attention back to the cooler. “I want that one,” he said pointing. “The one with the star.”
“Rockstar?”
Reid shook his head happily. Casey leaned forward to take a can out. Reid looked down at the one lonely can and went forward grabbing two more. Casey sighed turning around and walked towards the cash register. ‘Good god, what have I done?’ he thought.
*
“So then,” Casey said laughing, “everyone finds out that the marriage was never even legal.”
“So all this time, they’ve been living in sin?”
Casey shook his head. “Yep.”
“I always knew Chris was a bastard. I just didn’t know it was official.”
Casey laughed.
“I’m sure Kim must’ve loved finding out about that.”
“Yeah. She didn’t take it too well.”
*
“Where in the hell are we?” Reid groaned finally coming down a bit from his sugar high.
“We’re still on 64. We should be there soon. Quit being a bitch.”
*
“Do you come here often?”
“No, but I’ve seemed to have lost my phone number. Can I get yours?”
“I know I don’t stand a chance, but I’ve always wanted to talk to an angel.”
“You must be lost because heaven’s a long way away.”
“Let’s make like a fabric softener and snuggle.”
“Are you from Jamaica? Cause you’re ja-makin’ me crazy.”
“Are you from Tennessee because you’re the only ten-I-see.”
“Did you just fart? Because you blew me away.”
“Ewww! Casey! New one.”
“Okay, okay,” he said laughing. “How about….is that a mirror in your pants cause I can sure see myself in them.”
“My personal favorite,” Reid finished off, “Get your coat, you’ve pulled.”
“I thought you always said you used ‘Come on, let’s go fuck’.”
“Same thing,” Reid said shrugging his shoulders.
“Reid!!!” Casey said hitting his arm and getting excited, “Look!”
Reid looked forward and didn’t really see anything. He turned to Casey with a questioning eye.
“Do you see, at the top there,” Casey pointed out.
Sure enough, over the peak of some trees, Reid could see the top of the silver arch illuminated by the St. Louis skyline.
“Well thank fucking god for that.”
Casey was practically bouncing in his seat. About seven minutes later, he looked over at Reid smiling.
“Okay, there’s a split coming up, I can go left or right. Which way should I go?”
“What’s the difference?” Reid asked.
“Well, one you go left, the other you go right,” he said like it was obvious.
“Right…..so what’s the difference.”
“Why does it matter what’s the difference, you just said to go right.”
Reid sighed and rubbed his hands over his eyes.
“I need coffee and food.”
“Don’t worry, I got it covered. Oooooh,” Casey said getting even more excited. “We’re about to go over the Mississippii….right………now!”
“It looks like a dump,” Reid murmured looking down.
“Look, look, look,” he said ignoring him. He pointed to a sign a little ways up on the bridge. As they approached Casey was practically clapping his hands from pure joy. Reid held his breath, as he read the words on the sign while passing it, unsure of what else this day might bring. The only thing he could think of were those little white letters mocking him.
‘Welcome to St. Louis.”
Author: stl29tide
Rating: R
Summary: Reid and Casey start their voyage to St. Louis for Black Friday. I'm having to split it up in to two because it's turning out longer than I had planned, lol.
A/N: Also, I took some liberties. In reality, Oakdale is actually much closer to St. Louis then it is to Chicago. It's only about an hour and a half away, but in my alternate universe it's closer to Chicago and farther away from the STL, so there you go! :D
Reid was waiting outside of his and Katie’s apartment building, waiting for Casey to show up. It was 1:30 in the morning and Reid could still not believe that Casey had talked him into this. He was about to fall asleep standing up when the sound of tires screeching and loud music jerked him back awake. He looked up to see Casey sitting in the car, grinning widely. Reid rolled his eyes and slipped into the front seat, fastening his seatbelt. He glanced over at Casey who was still smiling like an idiot.
“I hate you,” Reid murmured.
“Not for long,” Casey said in a sing-song voice. “Open up the glove compartment.”
“Why?” he asked hesitantly.
“Just do it. It’s not going to bite you.”
Reid huffed. “Fine.” He opened up the compartment box and when he did a million snack cakes scattered all over his lap and onto the floor.
“Jesus Christ Casey.”
Casey started laughing. “Sugar. That’s how we’re going to get through the day. And please…..don’t act like you don’t love it. I know about your “secret” drawer in your office.”
“How the hell do you know about that?”
Casey shrugged. “Ethan might have mentioned something about it. He wanted me to make sure you didn’t run out and forget to buy more.”
Reid snorted. “Good god, that kid is exactly like……..” Reid shook his head. “Okay,” he said opening up a cupcake (one of those ones with the good fake frosting and squiggly white lines), “Just so you know, if you want to keep me going, you’re actually going to have to provide real meals in between putting me in to a diabetic coma.”
“Are you diabetic?” he asked worried.
“No, but I have a feeling after today I might be.”
“Here,” Casey said handing him a tall, skinny can.
“What in god’s name is ‘Red Bull’?”
“Seriously?” Casey asked in disbelief. “You’ve honestly never had a Red Bull?”
Reid shook his head.
“Good god man. Drink up. Trust me. You won’t regret it.”
“Those Casey Hughes…..are famous last words.” Reid popped the top on the can and took one long, big drink. “Ewwwww,” he said. “This is disgusting.”
“Here.” Casey handed him a pixy stick and Reid looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. Casey gestured for him to dump the pixy stick in his mouth and take a drink. Reid sighed, but did as directed. His face bunched up and he looked at Casey as if he didn’t know how it was he drank this stuff.
“Give it time,” Casey said knowingly. “You’ll feel it.”
“Okay, where’s the list?”
“Console,” Casey said munching on chips.
Reid hit Casey’s elbow off the console earning him a grunt in return. He opened it and removed the list inside. His eyes went wide at the sight.
“Holy shit Casey, how many malls are we going to?”
“Just a few,” he said shrugging.
“A few!? This is a bit more than a few. “Why are there so many lines all over?”
“I had to make some notes.”
“This one’s crossed out. Northwest Plaza?” he looked at Casey questioningly.
“Oh that. Most of the stores are closed down in there now apparently and the likelihood of one of us getting shot is probably 50% higher there than anywhere else. Did you know St. Louis was just named the most dangerous city in the country? That’s the second time in four years.”
“Well that’s comforting,” Reid mumbled.
“I’m sure it won’t be too bad.”
Reid ignored Casey’s nonchalant behavior. “What the hell does GATDPP mean?”
“Oh,” Casey grinned. “You’ll find out.”
*
“You okay? You’re shaking quite a bit.”
“I’m fine,” Reid said bouncing his legs up and down. Casey watched out of the corner of his eye as Reid rapidly drummed his hand against his leg.
“Okay, dude, seriously….what’s up?”
“Nothing,” he said quickly. “I think I have to pee though.”
“Pee?”
“Yeah,” he said shaking. “I’m like…..pee. I have to pee.”
“Ooookay,” he said slowly. “We’ll get off at the next exit then.”
*
Casey was waiting outside in the car. He kept glancing to the clock on the radio. “Christ Reid, what’s taking you so long?”
He sat there for another five minutes, before turning the car off and heading inside the gas station. He went down a few aisles and stopped when he saw Reid standing in front of a glass door.
“Whatchya doin’ buddy?” he said stopping right alongside Reid.
“There’s so many to choose from.”
Casey looked down and saw the open can of Red Bull in Reid’s hand. He glanced at it curiously and then back towards the multitude of energy drink selections that were being presented to them.
Reid was looking at them like he was in awe.
“You already have one though,” Casey said gently. “It’s right here….in your hand.”
Reid shook his head. “This is just to hold me over……while I’m choosing,” he added.
Casey nodded knowingly. “Yes, choosing the right energy drink can be a daunting task, but you don’t need to choose. I bought a whole pack of those, remember? They’re in the car,” he said slowly, hoping the words would penetrate Reid’s overactive brain.
Reid shook his head. “Drank them.”
“Drank them? Drank them what? How many did you drink?”
“All of them.”
“All of them!?” Casey shouted. “When the fuck did you do that? Where was I?”
“You were singing.”
Casey huffed. “Well, I mean….come on. Glee Soundtrack. How could you not?”
“I like Sue.”
“She doesn’t sing,” Casey said disgusted. He scrunched up his face in mid-thought. “And she’s mean to everyone.”
“Those are the two reasons why.”
“Oh please,” Casey said knowingly. “I heard you humming along to ‘Toxic’ in the car.”
“That’s different. That’s Britney. I dare anyone to listen to a Britney song and not hum along.”
“That is true,” Casey agreed. “Plus Brittany, ‘a-n-y’,” he clarified, “totally kicked ass in that episode. That girl can dance.”
“John Stamos,” Reid said taking a drink from the can in his hand.
“Oh yeah,” Casey said grinning and nodding in agreement. “John Stamos looked fucking hot during that episode.
Reid turned his head and raised his eyebrows before focusing his attention back to the cooler. “I want that one,” he said pointing. “The one with the star.”
“Rockstar?”
Reid shook his head happily. Casey leaned forward to take a can out. Reid looked down at the one lonely can and went forward grabbing two more. Casey sighed turning around and walked towards the cash register. ‘Good god, what have I done?’ he thought.
*
“So then,” Casey said laughing, “everyone finds out that the marriage was never even legal.”
“So all this time, they’ve been living in sin?”
Casey shook his head. “Yep.”
“I always knew Chris was a bastard. I just didn’t know it was official.”
Casey laughed.
“I’m sure Kim must’ve loved finding out about that.”
“Yeah. She didn’t take it too well.”
*
“Where in the hell are we?” Reid groaned finally coming down a bit from his sugar high.
“We’re still on 64. We should be there soon. Quit being a bitch.”
*
“Do you come here often?”
“No, but I’ve seemed to have lost my phone number. Can I get yours?”
“I know I don’t stand a chance, but I’ve always wanted to talk to an angel.”
“You must be lost because heaven’s a long way away.”
“Let’s make like a fabric softener and snuggle.”
“Are you from Jamaica? Cause you’re ja-makin’ me crazy.”
“Are you from Tennessee because you’re the only ten-I-see.”
“Did you just fart? Because you blew me away.”
“Ewww! Casey! New one.”
“Okay, okay,” he said laughing. “How about….is that a mirror in your pants cause I can sure see myself in them.”
“My personal favorite,” Reid finished off, “Get your coat, you’ve pulled.”
“I thought you always said you used ‘Come on, let’s go fuck’.”
“Same thing,” Reid said shrugging his shoulders.
“Reid!!!” Casey said hitting his arm and getting excited, “Look!”
Reid looked forward and didn’t really see anything. He turned to Casey with a questioning eye.
“Do you see, at the top there,” Casey pointed out.
Sure enough, over the peak of some trees, Reid could see the top of the silver arch illuminated by the St. Louis skyline.
“Well thank fucking god for that.”
Casey was practically bouncing in his seat. About seven minutes later, he looked over at Reid smiling.
“Okay, there’s a split coming up, I can go left or right. Which way should I go?”
“What’s the difference?” Reid asked.
“Well, one you go left, the other you go right,” he said like it was obvious.
“Right…..so what’s the difference.”
“Why does it matter what’s the difference, you just said to go right.”
Reid sighed and rubbed his hands over his eyes.
“I need coffee and food.”
“Don’t worry, I got it covered. Oooooh,” Casey said getting even more excited. “We’re about to go over the Mississippii….right………now!”
“It looks like a dump,” Reid murmured looking down.
“Look, look, look,” he said ignoring him. He pointed to a sign a little ways up on the bridge. As they approached Casey was practically clapping his hands from pure joy. Reid held his breath, as he read the words on the sign while passing it, unsure of what else this day might bring. The only thing he could think of were those little white letters mocking him.
‘Welcome to St. Louis.”