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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[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

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?"

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"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!"

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

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?"

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

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

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

"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.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

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

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

"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.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"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."

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

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."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

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?"

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

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.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

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.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, that depends. Are you wearing a g-string?" he chuckles and crosses his arms behind his back.

"You're good!"

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

"Boxers" Gus mutters. He's glad Shawn finds this so damn amusing, but really, it's going to be his turn next.

Gus lets the shirt fall first and then with a smirk slowly unzips his slacks. "Yeah, I am good."

The pants fall into a pool and Gus pushes them over with his foot. He crosses his arms over his now, very bare, chest.

"Truth or dare?"

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn laughs. "Wouldn't have dared you if I doubted that. Alright, alright, I'll be good. Dare-i-oh for me as well."

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Gus quirks an eyebrow. "Didn't somebody mention lapdancing as an option? Why don't you get up, I'm going to need that chair."

The real question is really, can they both really stand to do this? With each other? "...wait, no. Just..." But Gus can't think of anything that'll match Shawn's dare.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn blinks, a slight frown appearing on his forehead that is faster gone than it actually appeared. "Obviously Patrick Swayze wasn't good enough for you. Someone's getting greedy the greedster!"

Shawn pushes himself up, rolling his shoulders, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You think you can embarass me, pal. Newsflash: You ever work for a softdrink company, dressed up like a giant slushie? Nothing can embarass you anymore."

He waves at the free chair. "So take a seat."

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"Hey, I'd say Patrick Swayze wasn't half the man you are, but you know, Roadhouse." Gus shrugs. He goes to sit in the abandoned chair a hair reluctantly.

Trying to embarrass Shawn? That wasn't his intention. Was it? Nothing ever embarrassed Shawn, Gus knows that with a near certainty.

He was only doing what he always tries to do, keep the field level between them. It can be hard to compete with outrageous.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn laughs. "Oh yeah, that's the spirit."

He gets rid of the suit and unbuttons his shirt so it dangles loosely around his chest. "Hey, you gotta help me out with the bluesy, cheesy background music! You know I need the rhythm to get these babies rockin' the way you like it!"

Said and done Shawn starts rocking on his air blues guitar, placing his hands on his hips and starting to swing them in slow, seductive circles. Well, ovals. But that's only the alcohol.

"Da-daga-da-dannn! Ohh I saw him at the party - da-daga-da-dann - we were playing truth and dare - da-daga-da-dann - now he's givin' me a lap dance - da-daga-da-dann - and he has the better hair!"

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Grinning because he just can't help himself. Gus joins in. "Oh, he's got the blues! ... The party-hard-playing-games-dancing-fool-with-not-really-all-that-great-hair, blues."

Gus laughs and eases up a little, relaxing into the chair.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes I have!" Shawn announces, one finger pointing straight up into the air, the other hand placed on his belly, thrusting his hips back and forth.

He approches the chair, grinning at his friend. "This is the sweetness!"