"I never...kissed a member of the same sex." Morgan laughed, looking around the table. Emily took a swig of her beer, and Carrie sheepishly followed suit. Emily nearly choked on her drink.

"What?" She laughed, raising her eyebrows at Carrie. "Miss genteel Southern Belle?"

"Hey-it was a frat party," Carrie shrugged, blushing. "I did spend over half my life at a university, you know."

Morgan laughed hard, his eyes shining from amusement, and the beer.

"Ok, Carrie," he sighed, "your turn." He eyed Spencer across the table. Spencer's glass was practically untouched, while Morgan, Emily, and Carrie were all on their second round already.

Carrie thought a moment, grinned, and said, "I never got caught having sex." Morgan and Emily each drank. Carrie clapped, and Spencer chuckled.

"Ok, my turn!" Emily thought for a moment. "I never...kissed another BAU team member!" She directed her amused glare at Morgan, but her expression turned to shock when she saw Spencer and Carrie exchange looks before drinking in unison.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Emily started, looking back and forth between the two of them. Spencer ignored her eye contact and interrupted.

"I think it's my turn," he said, looking at Morgan, who was looking back at him with an impressed expression. Spencer continued, "I never called in sick because I was hungover." All three of the others drank, laughing at each other.

"Kid, we need to get you caught up. You basically haven't done anything." Morgan teased Reid, patting his shoulder.

"Oh, he's done plenty, we just aren't saying the right things." Emily pointed out. Carrie bounced in her seat, waving her hand.

"Ooooh pick me! Pick me!" She called out, giggling. The others grinned at her, amused by her tipsy outbursts.

"I never got a PhD in math!" Carrie squealed.

"Now we're talking!" Emily laughed as Spencer drank, getting the idea.

Morgan piped up, "I never did a magic trick!" Spencer drank again, rolling his eyes. He knew they would pick on him until he'd had at least two more beers.

Before long the four of them were thoroughly toasted, and had abandoned the game in favor of telling each other hilarious work-related stories.

"Oh Lord, don't make me laugh anymore," Carrie sighed. "I think my scar is going to split!" She groaned, clutching her ribs. Spencer got up from the table, using Morgan's shoulder to steady himself.

"I think I'm going to go up to the room, man," he said, trying to keep his balance. "If I drink any more I can't be held responsible for my actions." Morgan laughed and shook Spencer's hand.

"Don't wait up, I'm going to hit the casino floor again and see if I can't win some more cash to spend on gifts for my Babygirl." He looked around the room as he spoke, spotting Emily standing at the bar with a rugged, handsome foreigner.

"Wait for me!" Carrie called after Spencer, grabbing his arm. "Em's going to be flirting with that Italian Polo player for God knows how long, and I don't think it's safe for me to try to walk anywhere alone in these heels." She laughed as she stumbled, as if on cue, and Spencer caught her. Morgan winked at Spencer before taking off to find a Blackjack table to join. Spencer and Carrie walked to the elevator arm-in-arm.

"I'm taking these shoes off as soon as we get upstairs." Carrie grumbled, stepping gingerly into the elevator. Spencer grinned at her.

"I'm glad you're having fun," he said, taking her hand.

"Sooo much fun! My first ever trip to Vegas is an epic success." She took a step closer to him, grabbing his tie and pulling him toward her for a kiss.

"Of course," she whispered, her lips softly brushing his cheekbone, "it wouldn't be as fun if it weren't for the company." She touched her lips gently to his ear, then his neck. He shivered.

When the elevator door opened they stepped out into the hall. Carrie slipped out of her slingback stillettos and picked them up by the straps. With them on she'd been nearly eye level with Spencer. Barefoot, her eyes were about level with his chin.

"Emily and Derek probably won't be up here until morning. Why don't you come hang out with me for a while?" Carrie suggested, taking out her room key. They approached the door to the suite Carrie was sharing with Emily. Carrie opened the door and motioned for Spencer to follow. He hesitated. They had spent several nights together, but never consummated their relationship. Was a drunk night in a casino hotel what they would want to remember?

Carrie came back to the doorway and gave him her most adorable pout. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled her head against his chest. "Come in here and cuddle with me," she wheedled. "I'm not going to kill you or anything." Spencer chuckled.

"Well if that's the case..." He stepped in the doorway still holding her, careful not to knock her over. She pulled away from him and walked toward the couch. Even after the hours of drinking, dancing, and playing games, she looked as gorgeous as when she'd met him downstairs with the others. Her purple satin dress clung to her curves just enough, her long wavy blonde hair fell across her back, but was stylishly pulled away from her face with a gemstone barette. Spencer realized he was staring, and shook his head. On his way to join her on the couch he dropped his tie and watch on the side table, and his vest on the coffee table.

As soon as he sat down, Carrie climbed onto his lap, facing him.

"Have I mentioned how outrageously sexy you are?" She whispered, kissing him.

"Yes, but you can remind me whenever you want," Spencer replied, out of breath, when Carrie pulled her lips away from his. Carrie grinned, sliding her hands from his shoulders to his collar, and began unbuttoning his shirt. After each button, she planted a kiss on his bare skin, saying,

"You're gorgeous." Unbutton, kiss. "And brilliant." Unbutton, kiss. "And sweet." Unbutton, kiss...

Each time her lips touched his skin, Spencer's heart raced faster. As Carrie pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, Spencer thought to himself,

"Yes, a drunk night in Vegas is going to be worth the memory."