Shawn Spencer. (shawnspen) wrote in ultraviolet_log, @ 2009-05-28 10:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | // shawn spencer, psych |
Who Shawn Spencer
Where Santa Barbara, CA
When Day 0 (00:00)
Summary Shawn gets drunk... and then some.
Rating PG-13
It was a rare occasion when Shawn went out without his best friend Gus by his side. He always had more fun with Gus than he did alone, even if for no other reason than the sheer amusement of dragging his reluctant friend along on some wacky adventure. But Gus was working late tonight, and Shawn was going stir-crazy cooped up in his apartment. Things hadn't quite worked out the way he'd hoped with Abigail, which disappointed him a whole lot more than he wanted to admit. He'd had a crush on her for years, since high school in fact. If he couldn't make it work with her, was there anyone he could?
For a day or two he had just moped around at home or at the Psych office, dwelling on his mistakes -- he should've been more respectful, he shouldn't have kept her waiting so many times -- but he got sick of that before long. Shawn was not a teenage girl, and he wasn't going to spend the rest of his life weeping into a carton of Ben & Jerry's Jamaican Me Crazy pineapple & passionfruit sorbet. Even if it was pretty much the best thing ever. He had to get out there, get back onto the playing field before his dating muscles withered away completely. He was better at being single than being a boyfriend, anyway. Might as well stick to his strengths.
So he ventured out on his own, wingman-free, and hit up the first nightclub he could find. It was packed with people, exactly the way Shawn liked it. If one person didn't like you, there were always about a hundred others you could try. Making his way to the bar, he ordered a beer and scoped out the crowd while he waited. One girl in particular caught his eye, and she seemed to have caught his too. They exchanged a smile from across the room. His beer bottle arrived then, which he slammed back without so much as a glance at it first. It had been a while, he needed the liquid courage to go make his move. But when he went to find the girl, she was suddenly missing. That was weird. Where had she gone? He kept surveilling the room, a task that became a little harder with each passing minute as his head started slowly spinning. Finally he thought he saw her, over by the back door. He stumbled in her direction, rubbing his temples. He'd only had one lousy beer, how could it possibly make him feel like this? And more importantly, how was he going to stay on his game when he could barely even remember where he was?
As it turned out, he didn't have to worry about either of those questions for long. His vision swirling and his body going weak, Shawn felt himself being swallowed up by the sea of clubgoers. He tried to fight at first, but there was nothing he could do to prevent what was coming. Helpless, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let himself go under. All he could do now was hope he didn't drown.