By the time Gus enters their office Shawn's mind has already been racing. So when the voice of his best friend (whom you failed to claim as your spouse for the last ten years) cuts in he knows he has to act.
Fast.
Because by now he has it figured out. If Mr. Neo-Schmo finds out they are not even knowing they've actually been married ten years ago (married, married, what the hell happened in Vegas?!) they are so screwed, because seriously, Shawn doubts that they have made enough money during the last months to pay this guy two million dollars. He could have the sixty-seven cent but Shawn doubts Mr. So-not-Indiana Jones would take the offer.
"Gus!" Shawn beams, his mind still going by the speed of light. Two million dollars and sixty-seven cent. "Honey! You're home! Let me get this for you, you must be so tired!" He hurries past Jones and takes the tacos out of his hands while he beams at the IRS guy. "He works so much. He is busy as a bee. Aren't you?"
Shawn wraps his arms around Gus' waist so his mouth is close to his ear. "IRS," he hisses. "Big trouble. Play along."
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Date: 2007-12-06 02:21 am (UTC)Fast.
Because by now he has it figured out. If Mr. Neo-Schmo finds out they are not even knowing they've actually been married ten years ago (married, married, what the hell happened in Vegas?!) they are so screwed, because seriously, Shawn doubts that they have made enough money during the last months to pay this guy two million dollars. He could have the sixty-seven cent but Shawn doubts Mr. So-not-Indiana Jones would take the offer.
"Gus!" Shawn beams, his mind still going by the speed of light. Two million dollars and sixty-seven cent. "Honey! You're home! Let me get this for you, you must be so tired!" He hurries past Jones and takes the tacos out of his hands while he beams at the IRS guy. "He works so much. He is busy as a bee. Aren't you?"
Shawn wraps his arms around Gus' waist so his mouth is close to his ear. "IRS," he hisses. "Big trouble. Play along."