WHO: Shawn Spencer and everyone.
WHERE: Lassiter's new
townhouse.
WHEN: Sunday night from dusk 'till dawn.
WARNINGS: TBD.
SUMMARY: Shawn wants to piss off Lassiter! And celebrate winning the prison take over with the coppers.
FORMAT: Anything.
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I'm not a man to equivocate. )
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He grinned as he shut the door behind them and the stereo switched to an up beat.
"You know Lassie and I are as thick as thieves, two peas in a pod, my salt to his shaker."
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"Oh, I had no idea you'd taken your relationship to that level already."
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Wait. What.
Shawn did a double take.
"Did I hear that right, Commissioner?"
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"Nice place."
He eyes the floor-bear. It makes him feel a little under-dressed, for some reason. Maybe he should have worn pants.
Minds out of the gutter, he's wearing his overalls. His t-shirt is orange. It's a party, after all.
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They're the same overalls, too.
"I didn't even do civvies back home. There wasn't no point."
His uniform, as tacky as it is, was completely normal in Neopolis. It's starting to hit him that it isn't here. He has no idea what to do about that.
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[Grins]
Not much for the house warmin', huh?
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Also, she has brought vodka! So classy.]
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[She actually. Smiles. OKAY SO ADMITTEDLY IT'S MORE OF A GRIN AND IT IS SOMEWHAT MEAN-SPIRITED BUT WHATEVA WHATEVA I DO WHAT I WANT.]
Are you going to kick his ass now or later?
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A decent number of people had gathered when she arrived, but she was still early enough that she could duck out well before the thing was over without seeming rude. This thing would either be fun or a disaster.
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