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Tweak says, "Stuck in the middle with you"

Shawn Spencer (ex_hearditbo319) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-01-13 14:15:00

Entry tags:

!open, mary winchester, shawn spencer

Who: Shawn Spencer and OPEN
What: Buying food
When: Afternoon
Where: The grocery store

Shawn made his way randomly through the grocery store, no rhyme or reason to his shopping. He would go down an aisle half way, turn around, go down three more, so on and so forth. All he had in the basket in his left hand was a can of creamed corn, a roll of paper towels, a package of grape juice boxes, and a pineapple.

This sucked. Gus was gone and so was Jules. As far as he knew, even Lassie was gone. And Abigail was never even here. The fake psychic suddenly found himself alone, and it kind of bummed him out. However, he was intent to enjoy himself while he was stuck here. Therefore, his strange behavior never faltered and he continued to browse the store in a seemingly random fashion. The coffee aisle gave him pause. Really, he was just considering whether it was actually worth the time and effort to brew his own to save some money or to just keep going to the local coffee shops. There were girls at the local coffee shops, after all, but they could be expensive. And without Gus, this new branch of Psych seemed to be suffering a bit.

Though that was all he was actually thinking about, Shawn made a big show in front of the bags of coffee, his left hand pressed to his forehead and his right hand touching every bag of coffee in sight. "No, no, no, possibly, not even close, no, no, not even coffee, no... YES!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, his hand landing on a bag of whole bean Kenya AA.

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cursedxdestiny
2010-01-13 09:27 pm UTC (link)

Mary did her best to cope with her new situation. She hadn't found John and she hoped that meant he was somewhere safe, back home. She was surprised to see many of her things in her room. Things she was sure no kidnapper would want her to have. Still she was thankful to have them with her. For the first couple of days she stayed close to home. She went out to get a little bit of the 'lay of the land' and even tried to question many of the locals. But, just as someone once told her, the loals are no help at all and just as confusing as the world she found herself in.

It didn't take long for her to need to go and buy food. When all hope seemed lost at getting back to Kanssas anytime soon she decided to find a way to make the best of where she was. Of course Mary didn't go anywhere without hiding a few knives or a gun on her, but hey it was progress.

Mary made her way to a grocery store and began to walk up and down the asiles, grabing some eggs and milk here while looking at bread there. The sudden exclamation made her jump a little. Her stay in a quiet city was making her rusty already. What kind of hunter was she if she wasn't alert?Still hanging on to a loaf of bread in one hand, her plastic basket in the other, she tilted her head around the asile to see a man looking at coffee.

"Coffee must really get you goin' in the mornings." she comented to the man.

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ex_hearditbo319
2010-01-14 04:47 am UTC (link)

Victoriously grasping his bag of coffee beans, Shawn did a little dance of glee, even though it was apparent that somebody was not only looking at him, but speaking to him. Reaching down to pick his basket up off the floor and put the coffee into it, he finally cast a look over. Hm. Very pretty lady, aisle four. Awesome.

He grinned mischievously at the woman. "Not just the mornings. Afternoons, evenings, and even the odd midnight romp as well. And the spirits tell me that this is the most delicious coffee of all." He nodded seriously despite his grin and reached up to stroke a remaining bag of the remaining coffee reverently. Shawn was never one to let a moment go without possibly being amusing, awkward, or some combination of the two.

"Are you a fan of delicious flavor?"

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cursedxdestiny
2010-01-15 10:07 pm UTC (link)

"So you're a coffee addict then." It was a question, the man clearly confirmed it when he mentioned drinking coffee at all hours of the day. Mary moved arond the asile she was, into his. She was going to get to looking at coffee sooner or later. It seemed this man made it sooner.

It wasn't until she was standing next to him, looking at the coffee, did the word 'spirits' finally sink in to her. Perhaps this wolrd was too close to home for her. Maybe a demon was behind it...or perhaps a trickster. "I'm sorry did you say spirits?" she asked.

Mary turned back to the coffee and shrugged, "I love any type honestly." she picked up a random bag and turned it over in her hands. She decided then to delve deeper into the 'spirit' comment. "What coffee do the spirits suggest for me?"

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ex_hearditbo319
2010-01-16 06:00 pm UTC (link)

"Some might say addict. I prefer the term 'extreme appreciator,'" Shawn replied. "If it were to one day become an Olympic sport, I'd get the gold star for sure." He nodded more to himself than to the woman then sat his basket back down on the floor. She was curious about the spirits, as most people couldn't help but be when Shawn was acting so oddly in public, and he was happy to oblige.

He stepped closer to the woman and raised a hand level with her face, coming close but not quite touching her. Then he squeezed his eyes shut and began humming a tune that sounded oddly like Rock Lobster. He kept getting louder and louder until he abruptly stopped.

"Well, new friend, the spirits say that you're the type who would enjoy the classic taste of the Colombian Supremo coffee. Perhaps with a hint of hazelnut creamer." He grabbed a bag off the shelf, his eyes still tightly closed (he'd memorized the location of all the beans while he was trying to find one for himself), and dropped it into her basket.

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