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HIIIIII
CW: Choking
Someone requested this, I think this is probably one of the worse one shots I've written so I am SORRY.
Continue to request angst smut fluff sad!
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You woke up to a text from your boss, you groaned staring at your bright screen. A case had ended the best possible way and when you all got home last night you and the girls, plus Morgan, had gone out for a girls night.
You don't remember much of last night so you go to look at your story, or more likely to have the good info your private story.
To start you see several videos of you and the girls taking shots. Garcia taking a body shot off of Morgan of course. Dancing with each other, that's normal. Okay so far so good.
No damage control needed this time you think to yourself as you tap through the stories of drinks. dances, funny banter between you guys.
Uh oh...
The next story is you guys all realizing all of you are too drunk to drive, and mr. designated driver couldn't come.
Normally you'd call an uber but you in your brilliant drunk state went.
"HEEEEEY GUYS I HAVE A GREAT IDEA"
That's never a good way to start this.
"I can call my usual designated (pronounced incorrectly) driver come get us"
They cheer you on and your story cuts off there. You rush to Garcia's knowing she's the one to go to.
You click on the green bubble with baited breath.
Yeah this... this is not good, you can only hear your half.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy can you come pick me up pretty pleaseeeee?"
"You just got into bed, that's saucy mister, can you just come pick me up please you'll get one favor of your choosing" Choosing said in a sing song-y voice.
You end the call and look triumphantly at the group telling them your plan worked. Though they told you you neglected to tell them that they now had to drive you all home.
You all take one more shot and pay your tab, tipping the server very well for dealing with all of your drunk asses.
The next story is you all waiting outside mumbling to each other like idiots.
A car pulls up and you pile into the car with the agents not even paying attention to the fact that they know this car. (JJ left early fyi so there's enough space)
~Flashback as the story angle doesn't work fully here~
"HEEEEEY HOTCHY" You jump in the front seat and throw your arms around your ~secret~ boyfriend.
