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[i_psy]

Who? Shawn and Gus
When? Right after this.
Where? Sergei's
What? You can't go around telling people you're a psychic when there are real psychics here, Shawn.
Rating? G? Let's go with G.

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[gheebuttersnaps]

Gus is very punctual. Well, he would be if he didn't spend his days jumping headfirst into danger with Shawn. He didn't mind it so much nowadays. But that didn't mess up his theoretical perfect attendance.

He walked into Sergei's without a moment's hesitation and headed right for where Shawn was sitting. "Hey."

Is that jerk chicken?

[i_psy]

"Hellooo," Shawn greeted, picking up a drumstick and biting off more meat, then continuing, without much regard for the 'don't talk with your mouth full' rule.

"I ordered for you. S'pretty good!"

[gheebuttersnaps]

Ew. "That's nasty, Shawn." But he does happily help himself to some chicken. After a minute he gives Shawn that look. You know the one, where he's not amused and possibly annoyed.

"You know you have to stop telling people you're psychic, right?"

[i_psy]

Ah, nothing like jumping right into the serious business portion of the conversation. He wiped his mouth with a napkin-- let's face it, jerk chicken is messy-- and with his elbows propped up on the table, he folded his hands.

He liked to think it made him look a little more sinister or at least a little bit more like a genius thinking hard. After a moment, he waved a hand.

"Real psychics here. Who would have guessed?" And a pause. "You know, I could-- could still pull it off. Theoretically. I'd just have to do it around people who aren't psychic." And yet another pause, this time to take another bite of chicken. "I love a good challenge, but it's probably not worth it. Yet."

[gheebuttersnaps]

There wasn't much point in beating around the bush. Besides Shawn already knew the reason they were meeting here. And it wasn't just for the chicken. He puts his finished chicken aside and takes a napkin to wipe his mouth. Yeah, jerk chicken is messy.

"You're not serious? What do you mean 'not worth it yet'?" Gus can't help it, he looks incredulous. "In case you haven't noticed, we're not in Santa Barbara anymore. Who knows? It could be against the law to pretend to be psychic where some of these people are from! I'm not helping you here."

I don't know why he's even saying that. Gus knows he is so going to help.

[i_psy]

"Easy-- look. No one's thought it was suspicious yet. So it'll be just like you told that one woman. My powers are on the fritz! It's not uncommon for this place to mess with people, right? And someone said--"

Sorry, had to take a bite of jerk chicken there.

"-- Someone said that people who already have some magic mystical powers kind of get them subdued as it is. See? The boat mythology is already helping us." He just had to wonder how he'd 'confront' his 'new' lack of psychic ability to the public eye. Something like from the Exorcism? No, he'd had too much of horror movies for a long time to come.