sunday brunch with skylar.

[reidinggg]

Hung over, hair sticking up in all sorts of unacceptable direction, pillow marks still relatively visible on his face, Reid managed to drag himself out of bed and into respectable(ish) clothes, stopping by the bathroom just long enough to brush his teeth and splash some water on his face, attempting to rub away the red from his eyes (nevermind the

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[skylar_x]

Skylar had been up just long enough the brush out her long brown hair, pull on a fresh pair of leggings, and brew a cup of coffee. With out caffeine the girl was practically a vegetable. There was a three cup a day minimum.

"You know I always look fantastic," she assured him, wrapping her favorite mint scarf around her neck. The coffee had helped but there was still a dull throb in her head that only pancakes could fix. "And you look just adorable, as usual."

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Reid rolled his eyes, stepping up to her and grabbing the coat she had left draped across the couch (likely from the night before, but who was he to judge) to help her into it.

"Don't lie to me. I have still have pillow creases on my face, for Merlin's sake. If this is my usual then I have no idea how I've ever managed to get a date."

He muffled a yawn into his own shoulder, then ruffled a hand back through his (already hopelessly disheveled) hair. "Eggs. Bacon. French toast. Go," he demanded hungrily.

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She grinned and stepped forward to run her fingers through his hair, both messing it up and fixing it at the same time, before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

"Anyone would be lucky to date you, pillow-face and all," she assured him, waving it off. There was simply nobody good enough to be worthy of her Reid, she was sure of it.

Skylar grabbed her wallet and nodded.

"It's only down the block. Hurry....need," she whined, opening their front door.

[reidinggg]

Reid squinted and wrinkled his nose at Skylar's affectionate gestures and commentary. Not for the first time, he sighed inwardly, momentarily, innocently letting himself wonder how things could've possibly turned out between them, if only Skylar had been dealt the proper equipment...

"You keep telling those 'anyone's that. Let me know when they pay attention," he semi-teased, wriggling himself into his own coat and following her out the door.

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"You have a better shot of falling in love this week than I have with Harry," she sighed, pouting momentarily. It was true that the two had been hooking up for a while now but they were nowhere near dating.

Skylar took Reid's arm and they made their way down the hall towards the stairs. Faster than any muggle elevator anyway.

[reidinggg]

Reid rolled his eyes again (apparently it was going to be that kind of day), squeezing her arm as they rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs. He pushed a shoulder against the building's front door, ushering them both out into the chilly morning air.

"That boy still wouldn't know the good thing he was missing out on if it bit him in the arse," he said frostily.

Unsurprisingly, he wasn't exactly a fan of the little charade Skylar had going with Harry, being of the firm opinion that his friend deserved much more than being someone's fuck buddy. But he had learned that there was no dissuading her from her infatuation with the so-called Boy Who Lived, so he had settled for being indignant on her behalf and continually reminding her that he was the one missing out.

[skylar_x]

Skylar leaned into Reid, warming herself from the cold. She was a firm believer that she was not meant for this kind of weather, at least not this early. Snow and adorable scarfs with matching hats were just fine in her book, as long as it could come with out the bitter bite.

"Well, if you want to be literal about it," she teased, nudging him with her elbow and laughing.

[reidinggg]

Reid laughed, squeezing his eye shut and wrinkling his nose at the sudden mental image he couldn't stop from racing into his head.

"D'you know, you might as well give it a shot, he might actually like that. Seems like the type."

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"Oh, you would know. I bet you're wild in the bedroom," she giggled, poking at his side lightly.

There were times Skylar thought about him as well, wondering what it would have been like to fall in love with your best friend. But it was all the better. They were too similar.

It was a miracle their favorite spot was only two blocks from their flat. When they stepped inside a rush of warm air greeted them both and Skylar sighed from relief.

[reidinggg]

Reid wiggled his eyebrows mock-seductively, not quite managing to keep a straight face. "Wouldn't you like to know," he teased as they thankfully shut the door against the cold.

They didn't have to say anything before the hostess familiarly waved at them to follow her, leading them back to one of their regular tables, weaving through the bustling crowd of Sunday brunch-goers. Reid smiled his thanks, pulling Skylar's chair out for her with a playful flourish.

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"My Lord, why thank you!" she swooned, giving Reid her best curtsy before taking her seat. Undoing her scarf, Skylar began to settle in.

The restaurant always sat them towards the back, knowing they would request a more private table. It was easier to discuss her work this way, completely aware of their surroundings.

[reidinggg]

He bowed dramatically as he pushed her chair in before hopping to his side of the table, dropping his coat on the back of the extra chair and flopping down into his seat.

As if on cue, their usual waiter walked up to them with their first round of mimosas. "Ugh, bless you Keith, I'm going to be needing a lot more of those to combat this raging hangover," he groaned, reaching for his glass. "Merlin, what did I even do last night?"

[skylar_x]

Skylar reached for her's as well, not hesitating to take a long refreshing drink.

"Tequila? And rum....and I think there was vodka at one point," she groaned, sinking into her chair. The restaurant was dimly lit, most of the light coming from the front windows. Another reason she loved this spot so much.

"I think we drank an entire liqueur store, Rii."

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Reid leaned an elbow against the table and dropped his chin into his hand, fingers splayed out across his face. "Possibly even two."

He maneuvered around the support structure he had created for his now-throbbing head, somehow managing to sip at his drink, trying to make sense of the jumbled mess of shots and dancing and loud music that were his memories of the previous.

He perked his head up again, realization flashing across his face. "D'y'know, I'm pretty sure I woke up wearing a different shirt than the one I went out in, too," Judging from the handful of shirts that didn't belong to him he had started to collect in his room, Reid had apparently recently developed a drunken habit of switching clothes with random men.

His sober self couldn't make any sense of it, but it was starting to become a problem, as he had somehow managed to rid himself of some of his favorite v-necks and button-downs.

[skylar_x]

Flashes of the night before had started to come back to her, but barely. There were a lot of flashing lights and a dance circle. Somebody had pushed them into it.

"I think some bloke started calling for me to flash his friends," she said, hand on her forehead. Skylar started laughing, remembering.

"So you flipped them off and pulled your shirt off instead."

[reidinggg]

Reid's face slowly split into a grin, than a right proper ear-to-ear smile as the prompt pulled the muddled memory out of the fog that was the previous night's shenanigans. He tipped his head back against the top of his chair, cackling away.

"Oh bloody hell, I did, didn't I?" He shook his head, taking another thirsty sip from his fizzy orange juice. "The things I'll do to defend your honor. You're welcome," he teased pointedly.