After the Awards (for bigkitty75)

[head_psychic]

Shawn giggles when the door snaps shot. But it's alright to giggle because he giggles with offense! Which sounds pretty much like giggling anyway.

He spins his award, turning on his heels and waving it at Gus while walking the hallway backwards to face his friend. "Most clueless! I cannot believe these people! I mean, I mean look at me! Do I look like a clueless person to you? I am not a clueless person. I got it all figured out! The world, the cases, I mean, if I had been there Twin Peaks wouldn't have even lasted one single episode!"

He bumps against a doorframe and ow!s for a moment, shaking his head. "We gotta keep this out of sight. I mean, not out of sight, because clearly owning a golden donkey is just what our office chi needs. Trust me. What I mean is out of sight from dad. Oh my God, can you believe what it'd be like? Him seeing this? He'd hang around the office all day, trying to, oh my gosh, do you think he'd get the nasty idea of tutoring us?" He points at his prize. "This thing? Has to go. But at the same time hasn't."

Shawn frowns, clearly thinking before his eyes widen and he raises a finger, his face lighting up with an idea. "Dude, I got it! Go get some gaffer tape. We'll just hide what it's for, like, stick it over the 'most clueless' so it does nothing but looking shiny in the office's shelf!"

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"I don't think that'll work, Shawn." Gus frowns. He's carefully following his friend down the hall. Carefully, because every step he takes makes the whole apartment go all shaky like. Which is something he should tell the landlord, to check the support beams, when he gets a chance.

Then again, it could've been the drinking games.

"People will just see the tape and ask what it's covering."

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"Yes, Gus. But they won't know so we can just make something up! Something awesome. Best hair! That's the winner!"

Shawn puts the donkey down and claps in agreement to his own words. "Those neat, rich, strong spikes baffled the jury! There was no way Shawn Spencer couldn't bring this one home did you just stumble?"

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Gus resolutly shakes his head 'no' and then trips a little more. He steadies his hand against the wall. "You could say that, but why tape it up, no, nope. You'll just have to take the plaque part off."

Yes, that makes much more sense. Gus blinks, he should probably try that whole walking thing again, especially if he wants to make it to his bed and not simply fall asleep in the hallway.

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"Dude, that is ridiculous, that's... mutilating the prize. You can't do that. Covering it up isn't the same as destroying it!"

Shawn shakes his head and walks over to his friend. "Are you still that drunk? That's a little pathetic."

Not that Shawn isn't.

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Gus rolls his eye. Shit, bad idea. "Either you like the award or you don't, man. You can't have it both ways."

Gus takes another step, another slow step toward his eventual prize. "Forgive me for not having a high tolerance built up. I'll be sure to work on that."

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"What are you doing?" Shawn eyes him sceptically, yawning. Boy, what a night! Awesome and bashing at the same time. Did they dance? He thinks he remembers something about dancing but he isn't sure.

"Did we dance?"

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"...we may have."

Actually Gus is pretty sure that they did. He remembers being really close to Shawn, and music, and then a sudden end to all of that. All stuff he thinks he remembers, but isn't sure.

He tells himself it was probably for the best.

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Shawn closes his eyes and tries to remember.

Shit! Bad idea. Not good. Never close your eyes when you're that drunk. Memories are fuzzy anyway, so no point in all that focus thing.

He opens them again and grabs the nearest doorframe for support. "... dare? Dude, we played truthdare, didn't we!"

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"Again, maybe, but if we did I'm sure it involved a hell of a lot of shots. Can you even play truth or dare with shots?" Gus smirks at Shawn. See. He's not the only one grabbing at things for balance.

Gus searches his memory for any clue to what they were doing playing games. All he can come up with is a flash of Shawn doing one of his 'spirits have told me..' routines. This turns his smirk into a full smile. "Whatever we were doing, it must've been fun."

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"Please, of course it did! Otherwise we wouldn't have done it, now, would we!" Shawn grins and takes a look around. "So, what do we do now?"

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Gus gazes longingly at his bedroom door. Beyond which is his wonderful bed. Awaiting to welcome him into it's comforting, cozy embrace. "Now? Dude call it a night."

Execpt that, as nice as sleeping would be, he knows he's still way too wired to really rest.

"Unless you have a better idea?"

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"Call it a night! We can't call it a night, I just won a golden donkey!" Shawn picks up the award one more time and waves it at Gus to underline his point. "How about we..."

He uses the prize to scratch the back of his head. "How about another truth or dare!"

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Gus considers it. He really can't see why not. Shawn's all energetic and nobody gets to sleep when Shawn is up. "Sure, we can do that."

Gus shuffles a little and tests his standing on his own abilities. He doesn't fall so he takes that as a good sign. "Alright, Mr. Donkey winner. Do you want to ask first?"

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"Yes!" Shawn giggles. "Truth or dare, dude? Come on, spit it out!"

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"Truth." Gus answers auto-matically. Always better to start off easy, and really, it'll take another minute or two before he's up for a dare anyway.

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"Fine." Shawn tilts his head and thinks for a moment. "Have you ever done drugs in college?"

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"How are we defining drugs? Like do you mean really trippy stuff? Cause no." Gus shudders. "Even then, man. That stuff is bad news."

Gus did go through his share of experimental stages, but they were all more about finding out what he was comfortable with.

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"Alright." Shawn nods and he's quite happy about the answer.

He grins in anticipation. "I'll take the truuuth as well."

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"Alright." Gus thinks. "What really happened to my Gabbana designer shirt? I don't for one minute believe your story about the runaway circus monkey."

Gus eyes him with suspicion. He really liked that shirt too. "And then I'll take a dare." He smiles though to show there will be no hard feelings no matter how the story unfolds. Maybe.

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"Oh please, dude, not the Gabbana shirt!" Shawn rolls his eyes. "That thing was painful. I used it to bundle the picknick we had the next week."

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Gus's jaw drops. "What?!"

Although now that he thinks about it, Shawn had been hiding that basket rather more than necessary, and Gus just figured it was an attempt to keep him from eating all the apple dumplings. "Dude, I'm going to instal a padlock on my closet from now on."

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Shawn grins. "Would take you waay to long to get changed. Besides, I dare you!"

He paces for a moment, thinking of something good. "Alright, I... I dare you to... tooo... strip for me!"

Shawn points at Gus and cackles a dirty laugh. "Are you in or are you brrreaking down the dare! Watch Flimsyshirt Snapbutton make the decision of the evening. Is he a dashing daredevil or a whimpering... whimp?"

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Gus sneers. That's a completely ridiculous dare, and Shawn knows it! It's just like him to challenge something completely out of hand and then claim he wins because of that.

Gus narrows his eyes.

Well, Gus can't just let that happen. If the roles were reversed here, and this was Shawn's dare, he'd make a big production out of it, guaranteed.

No, not Gus. He takes a calming breath. And simply raises his hand, it's shaking a little, but Gus focus and it stops. He smoothly unknots his tie, slipping it out of the collar and letting it fall to the ground.

Next he shrugs out of his jacket, he takes a second to fold it neatly and lay it over the stand he uses for mail.

Gus then looks back up at Shawn, catching his eyes and slowly starts unbuttoning from the collar of his shirt down.

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For a moment Shawn simply shuts up because that surprises him. Gus is actually doing this?

He watches silently for a moment and it takes a while for the smirk to slip back into place.

"Hey, where do I shove the bucks?" He takes a quick look around and then grabs a nearby chair to enjoy the show. "Are you gonna give me a lapdance?"

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"Just shut up." Gus growls. He pulls the tucked in parts of his shirt out, and finishes unbuttoning. He leaves it hanging open though, and puts his hands on his belt.

"Dude, I am not giving you a lap dance. You didn't specify that as the dare anyway. In fact, how far are we talking here?" Gus leans his shoulders against the wall to toe off his shoes, and he yanks the belt out and leaves it by his tie.