SIX DEGREES KARAOKE (Tammy Award Party for wolfwithaguitar)

[head_psychic]

Taking a quick look around Shawn nods in approval. Yeah, this is definitely it. The place where Randy's gonna get his well-deserved celebration big time. Renting the karaoke bar had proved even easier than he had imagined: Just some observations about certain employees and dirty deals, neatly packed into a breathtaking vision and the owner was even more than willing to make the place available. Acknowledgment of gratitude, which, of course, Shawn couldn't decline. That would have been totally rude.

The SIX DEGREES karaoke bar is a big place that somehow managed to stay comfy nevertheless. There are round tables near the bar as well as lounges in the corners. The bar itself is more of the modern kind but without looking too freaky to keep looking at it after five beers. The stage is actually perfect. Shawn checked it out, everybody should be able to see it.

It's all there, everything is ready so he hums a happy little tune as he waits for Randy and the guys to show up for the soundcheck. Not that he particularly cares if someone else decides to drop by early. If nobody shows up at all it doesn't really matter as well. Because it would only take him one call and approximately ten minutes to turn the event into something even more official than it already is and find enough random people on the street.

Yeah. No matter what, this is going to be awesome.

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[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn hums for no apparent reason whatsoever when the detective's hand reaches out and briefly touches the tie. "It's..." He points straight at it. Pauses. Looks at his outstretched finger instead, regarding it with interest.

"Huh," he says, then he looks over to the bartender. "Yes, me too."

Noticing the finger Shawn looks back at it, puzzled. "What. Oh. Right. It's way too tight. It looks like you're strangling yourself, I'm getting scared. You're scaring me, Lasy-face," he says, face all earnest and sincere. "Loo... loosen it up, 'kay?"

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

Lassiter narrows his eyes. If he was going to compliment Spencer at all, which he isn't, he would say that Spencer is sharp. Incoherent, yes, and frequently fuzzy around the edges... In fact, most of the time, he's just as disjointed and strange as he's behaving now.

Only, it's different. It takes the detective a few moments to realise that there's no cryptic psychic "moment" attached to this. Spencer is drunk. Lassiter can't help smirking a little at that.

"You feeling alright there?" He loosen his tie with his left hand as he takes his drink to sip with his right.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Me?" Shawn beams at him. "Look, I made a great party!" He waves around, proudly. "Right, Chris, we're having a greeeat time!"

Chris, the bartender, chuckles, hands Shawn his drink and gives him the thumbs-up. "Whatever you say, Mr. Psychic," he comments, already on his way to the next guests.

Shawn doesn't mind, in fact he has already forgotten about him, his attention back on Lassiter. "I'm feeling, there, that's better, actually you could unbutton the first button as well, I'm feeling great. Did you hear me sing? Do you wanna sing with me?"

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

His eyebrow raised of his own accord. Spencer's telling him how to wear his clothes, directing him to unbutton his collar? Lassiter snorts. That's really too much from someone who would never understand the importance of dressing smartly and projecting a professional image.

"You and the rude guy in the scruffy designer label? It was," he tilts his head from side to side, making a show of finding the correct phrase, even though he already has it, "different. I think I'll pass on making a fool of myself on stage. Thanks."

His fingers creep up to the collar of his shirt, it is a little stuffy in here, one button won't make him look like a hobo. He flicks it through the hole with a flick of his fingers, and then removes his tie properly. He can do casual, and not just because Spencer told him to.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn gives a silly, drunk chuckle. "Different! 's good. 's true. Because. We're Indy. Not the movie with the whip, sadly, but pendent. Whoa, she's sooo gonna crash into that waiter." Shawn chuckles again, grinning widely when he spots Lassiter taking off the tie.

He takes a long sip of his drink and bangs it back on the counter, spilling a little. "Why don't you wanna sing with me? Dude, that dress was expensive. You can cho-hose the song, righty? I'ma gonna let you cho-hose. 'cause you're not scaared, are you, Lassy-face!"

In a short distance behind them there is a crash and some cursing when another guest, a woman in high heels, somehow managed to bang into a waiter and having drinks spilled all over her dress. "You moron! You got any idea how expensive that dress was!"

Shawn doesn't bother, his overly bright eyes fixed on the detective. "Did I ever tell you how I got lost on a raft in Costa Rica?"

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

Lassiter shakes his head to himself and takes another sip. Only Spencer would take it as a compliment, or at least act like he was taking it as a compliment. Sometimes he wondered just how thick Spencer's skin really was.

"I'm not scared." He keeps his voice level, careful not to let it sound like he's protesting. "I don't have to be scared, I'm not singing."

It's not actually much of a surprise when the commotion behind them starts off. He doesn't even bother to turn around to look at the woman and the waiter. When, exactly, did he start paying attention to the babble that the so-called psychic lets spill from his mouth? He's starting to take it for granted, and that can't be good.

He narrows his eyes at Spencer, already regretting that he's going to ask. "Costa Rica?"

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Why are you not singing. I bet. You have a. Stunning voice," Shawn says, leaning forward while regarding the detective with a very serious look. The only thing that ruins the sentence is the way Shawn seems to be unable to stress it at the right times.

Then he remembers Lassiter saying Costa Rice and once again he giggles, serious expression crumpling. "I was a raft guide. Aquablanca Expeditions. I was theee best raft guide around. Seriously, I was that good! Like you in interrogation room B last week. When you interviewed that bad robbery person."

Shawn climbs onto the bar stool until he squats on it. "And I was out therrre..." He dramatically drops his voice and starts rowing the air. "... rescuing my li- risking my life to show the amazing wildlife jungle flower green beauties of San José to my customers or do you say passengers? Guests? Passengers. It's still a boat, right. A raft. And then... then we got lost!"