Shawn Spencer (capn_crunch) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-05-14 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kate bishop (hawkeye), shawn spencer |
Who: Kate and Shawn
When: In the Snow, Dec 5ish?
Where: Park
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete when posted
Kate was a little worried that Lucky was going to get cold in the snow… but the dog had been pent up inside the apartment for too long. So Kate decided it was time to take him out. She drove him to Petco, to see if she could find the dog a coat or something. Booties? Whatever. Kate bought it all--now that she had access to her trust fund, money was no object, though she didn’t always spend frivolously. Just when Lucky was concerned--and dressed up the dog to the nines. She brought him to the park, wearing a hat and booties and a coat… all with a new harness and leash. Clint was bound to think she was nuts, but Kate wanted to take care of Lucky. This may have been some kind of maternal instinct coming through.
The dog looked ridiculous. Kate either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. The Argyle pattern on the coat, hat, and booties all matched, and only amplified the ridiculousness.
Shawn didn’t have a dog. It was hard to keep an animal when he rarely knew when he would be moving on to the next job. That was not to say that he had not tried. All of his rescues, (dogs, cats, fish, and the occasional llama), had made their way to good homes before he left. He still checked up on a few of them on the downlow, of course, just in case the llamas got wind of it. They had a vicious jealous streak.
People could go to parks without kids or dogs in tow, sure, but a single man loitering by a playground was usually the best way to get the cops called. So today he had decided to give his co-worker the gift of spending the day with her dog and keeping him company while she pulled a twelve hour shoot. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was currently without a date this next Friday and women loved guys with dogs.
Nope. Absolutely nothing.
As an early Christmas gift to Floyd, the grey and white whippet, Shawn had bought him a Batman hoodie and black dog booties. Who knew they made booties in dog-sizes?! Shawn had no clue until the local PetCo advised him that they existed. Had he known that they also had hoodies, he would not have volunteered Prop Guy Tim’s to the cause. Well, what’s done is done. Floyd certainly did not seem to care. The human looked for a bench to start people-watching, one eye on the dog just in case he needed to call him over to be a wingman.
So far there were a few likely candidates; one girl in particular, chasing a dog dressed in argoyle, looked promising. Donning his sunglasses, he headed over to stand by her. “Play nice, Floyd! Don’t sniff too close!” He called at the dog before turning to the woman. “He’s always so personable, you know? Which one’s yours?”
Kate nodded, chuckling softly. “I’m not sure I’d like to let strangers that close to my ass if I was them.” Okay, so that came out a little weird. She scrunched up her nose as she tried to re-phrase in her head. “I mean… I wouldn’t want to get my nose that close to anyone else’s ass?” But then she gave up on it.
“Golden lab,” she said, pointing. “Lucky.” Good old one-eyed dog.
Shawn’s smile slowly widened into a grin at the flounder. It was cute. “Then it’s a good thing you’re not a dog. I’m told nose-bys are quite rude.” He winked good-naturedly. “He’s got good fashion sense.” He complimented. Lucky was a good dog name. Maybe not as good as Floyd, or Fido, or Cornelius, but definitely above average.
The pointing also put the newly glinting wedding ring directly in his field of view. Damn. He should have seen that coming. Literally, in this case. Unfortunately, now it would be rude to do his own nose-by and take off after finding out she was taken. The ring itself was too shiny and unmarred to be anything but new, so at least he hadn’t been too far off the mark. “Congratulations, by the way.” Maybe she’d have a single friend that needed a date. Never hurt to fish a bit.
Lucky did have an incredible fashion sense. Or, at least, the appearance of one. The fashion sense was actually Kate’s, thankyouverymuch, though she didn’t mind if the dog took the credit. “Thanks,” she said, giving the other guy a grin. “It still feels really new.” It was pretty new, actually. Only a few weeks. She was still distracted by the glint of it in the sunlight and the feel of it on her finger.
Well… bugger. Sounds like she was still too wrapped up in her own bliss to try and play matchmaker just yet. Shawn made sure to keep enough distance between them just in case any of the single women in the park were looking. He’d definitely get to them later, but just up and leaving would be rude. He was many things, and he pretended to be even more things, but rude was not one of them.
“It looks really new.” And expensive. There was something about the way she held her hand that made it seem as if she hadn’t had time to get used to having anything on her finger. Engagement ring or wedding ring. “And good for you. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Long engagements are overrated. Sometimes the heart just knows. You know?”
“Oh, I definitely know.” Kate said, smiling warmly. The heart just knew for her and Clint. And the Dreams, too. Even though they weren’t together in the Dreams, they definitely belonged together. She gave this guy a smile. “And your dog?” She asked, motioning.
Shawn gave her a blank look before remembering - belatedly - that he was actually here with a dog. “Oh! Floyd. Yes. He’s a sweetie. Actually he’s-” Also the perfect excuse to duck out of the fruitless (if pleasant) conversation. Shawn called out to the white bundle of fluff that was currently sniffing up a tree. “Floyd! Floyd! He- Sorry. Duty calls.” Hopefully not literally. Ew, man. He gave the woman an apologetic look before trotting off. “Congratulations, again!”
“Thanks.” Kate said, watching the young man wander off toward his dog. “Have a good one!” Then she realized that Lucky was taking a dump, and she had to clean up after him. Ugh. Maybe that meant it was time to go home.