Title: Alphabetic Shawn & Gus
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych. I make no profit from this story.
Angry: "Shawn!" Gus hissed, "You are dating a murderer!"
Shawn grinned. Gus was angry because he was dating someone. Come to think about it, Gus always disapproved of anyone he dated. A part of his mind pointed out that there were not much to be approved of about the women Shawn dated, but he shut that part up.
"Not exclusively!" he said, smiling sweetly at his best friend.
Balloons: "Not now, Shawn." Gus said without looking up from his laptop screen, "I am busy."
Shawn waved the balloons in his hand in front of Gus. "Come on, Gus! You didn't even listen to my idea. You must participate in my historic and genius plan! We are going to buy a thousand gas balloons and tying them to us so that we can fly!"
Cat: "So now I have a cat?"
"We have a cat. The adoption people wouldn't let us adopt a baby, so we had to take little Pickles to our bosom, showering all our parental love on it."
"Y-you..." Gus spluttered, "You told them we are ... together and sharing the custody of a cat?"
Date: "I'll be right back, Thelma." Gus said, smiling warmly at his date.
Shawn watched as Gus rose from the table and made his way towards the men's room. As soon as he was out of sight, Shawn walked over to the table and sat down opposite the pretty brown haired girl. She looked at him questioningly.
"Hi, you must be the girl my Gus has chosen for tonight!" Shawn said gushingly. "I am Shawn, the other one."
"Huh? Other one? And what do you mean, chosen for tonight?" the girl said, bewildered.
"The other one of the threesome, of course." Shawn said, looking at the girl as though she was being stupid. "My boyfriend was supposed to find someone for our little…game tonight, and I must say, good choice!" he said leering at her.
Thelma jumped up and seizing her purse from the table, rushed out of the restaurant.