Shawn knows he's too drunk and he doesn't like it.
It's probably one of the few things his father doesn't know about him. Maybe he thinks Shawn turns down the cans of beer because they are cans of beer or because he doesn't want to drink with his dad but that's not the point. The point is, he doesn’t want to give his father the slightest hint about how drinking doesn’t work well with Shawn Spencer. At all. Of course he can drink, he does drink, he's a party animal, he can down a lot but just like someone who hates his job but goes to the same office every day... a little too much, a little too extra, a little to 'one more' and things get out of hand.
Drunk people lose control. Inhibition threshold gone. They start saying things they shouldn’t say and they'd never say in any other given situation. They think about past stuff and suddenly start to cry, because they get needlessly emotional. They can't talk properly anymore. They lose control.
Shawn doesn't. But alcohol messes with his head and senses. Big time. Which is bad enough. And if alcohol can make him go completely whacko he really can't imagine what real hard drugs would do to him. And he really doesn't WANT to know.
Shawn knows exactly how much he can drink, how much he should drink and what the difference between these two things is. But somehow, tonight, for the first time in ages, he accidentally crossed that line. Maybe it had something to do with all the nice chats, maybe with the awesome music of Randy's band, maybe with the Vecchio-karaoke-duo he pulled on stage. But, whatever caused it, there is one thing that stands clearly in front of him. The knowledge that there is one person in this big, big room he hasn't talked to yet. And that is so wrong. And so not going to happen.
"Lassy! The spirits told me you talked to Tara earlier this evening so it is perfectly alright for me to finally welcome you now even though the party's almost over and you're not seriously wearing that tie, are you!"
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It's probably one of the few things his father doesn't know about him. Maybe he thinks Shawn turns down the cans of beer because they are cans of beer or because he doesn't want to drink with his dad but that's not the point. The point is, he doesn’t want to give his father the slightest hint about how drinking doesn’t work well with Shawn Spencer. At all. Of course he can drink, he does drink, he's a party animal, he can down a lot but just like someone who hates his job but goes to the same office every day... a little too much, a little too extra, a little to 'one more' and things get out of hand.
Drunk people lose control. Inhibition threshold gone. They start saying things they shouldn’t say and they'd never say in any other given situation. They think about past stuff and suddenly start to cry, because they get needlessly emotional. They can't talk properly anymore. They lose control.
Shawn doesn't. But alcohol messes with his head and senses. Big time. Which is bad enough. And if alcohol can make him go completely whacko he really can't imagine what real hard drugs would do to him. And he really doesn't WANT to know.
Shawn knows exactly how much he can drink, how much he should drink and what the difference between these two things is. But somehow, tonight, for the first time in ages, he accidentally crossed that line. Maybe it had something to do with all the nice chats, maybe with the awesome music of Randy's band, maybe with the Vecchio-karaoke-duo he pulled on stage. But, whatever caused it, there is one thing that stands clearly in front of him. The knowledge that there is one person in this big, big room he hasn't talked to yet. And that is so wrong. And so not going to happen.
"Lassy! The spirits told me you talked to Tara earlier this evening so it is perfectly alright for me to finally welcome you now even though the party's almost over and you're not seriously wearing that tie, are you!"