Drabble for 30_lies claim
Title: Quiet's Overrated
Fandom: Psych
Subject: General Series
Theme(s): Silence, #22
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.
Rating: PG
Table found here.
"Come on, Gus. You have to have to talk to me sometime," Shawn reasoned, "I'm your only non-work friend and you can only talk about toenail fungus creams and anti-diarrhea pills for so long."
Gus continued driving, making the next turn without comment.
"Wait, why are you turning on Beach, the suspect's house is across town?"
Gus tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel and looked at the sky as if to say, Tut, Tut, it looks like rain.
"Dude, you are not driving back to work, are you? Gus. Gus?" Shawn contemplated tickling, but that was somewhat chancy what with the traffic. Maybe guilt would work. "Okay, fine, go on back to your plush office with the air conditioning and the happy little ficus. Don't even give a worry about the poor widow suffering out in the heat with her African Violets drying out and crinkling up."
Gus turned on the radio. Shawn reached over and turned it off again.
"Nothing? No sympathy for poor widow Parsons? Fine, blackmail it is," Shawn concluded. "You remember our last trip to Mexico? All those tequilas? And how you couldn't find your pants the next morning?" Shawn paused to laugh and savor the image. "I took photos."
"SHAWN!" Gus finally broke.
"And the only way they're not going up on ratemybutt.com is if you help me out."
"You're lying. There are no pictures and I'm not going back there to be molested by that obviously unbalanced woman."
"Maybe not. Maybe so. You don't know. Gus's butt is grey and saggy, but it's got a good beat and I can dance to it, I give it a 6."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Gus complained as he turned into a kwiki-mart lot to turn the car around.
Fandom: Psych
Subject: General Series
Theme(s): Silence, #22
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.
Rating: PG
Table found here.
"Come on, Gus. You have to have to talk to me sometime," Shawn reasoned, "I'm your only non-work friend and you can only talk about toenail fungus creams and anti-diarrhea pills for so long."
Gus continued driving, making the next turn without comment.
"Wait, why are you turning on Beach, the suspect's house is across town?"
Gus tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel and looked at the sky as if to say, Tut, Tut, it looks like rain.
"Dude, you are not driving back to work, are you? Gus. Gus?" Shawn contemplated tickling, but that was somewhat chancy what with the traffic. Maybe guilt would work. "Okay, fine, go on back to your plush office with the air conditioning and the happy little ficus. Don't even give a worry about the poor widow suffering out in the heat with her African Violets drying out and crinkling up."
Gus turned on the radio. Shawn reached over and turned it off again.
"Nothing? No sympathy for poor widow Parsons? Fine, blackmail it is," Shawn concluded. "You remember our last trip to Mexico? All those tequilas? And how you couldn't find your pants the next morning?" Shawn paused to laugh and savor the image. "I took photos."
"SHAWN!" Gus finally broke.
"And the only way they're not going up on ratemybutt.com is if you help me out."
"You're lying. There are no pictures and I'm not going back there to be molested by that obviously unbalanced woman."
"Maybe not. Maybe so. You don't know. Gus's butt is grey and saggy, but it's got a good beat and I can dance to it, I give it a 6."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Gus complained as he turned into a kwiki-mart lot to turn the car around.