stevie-pie:
Steve Rogers, Pleasure to meet you.
“Shawn Spencer. How are ya Sir Rodgers?”
agirlhunter:
sbpdpsychic:
His smiled faded as his hand shot up to rub the back of his neck. Looking down at the ground he nodded. “Sorry. I should have known. Well how about just a drink then.” A blush crept up his cheeks. “I should’a asked.” a laugh escaped his lips, but it was a tad forced.
The blonde bit her lip, feeling bad. ”We can still go get dinner. It won’t bother Matt if I go to dinner with a nice guy,” she said with a small, apologetic grin. ”I’m sorry if I made this uncomfortable,” she muttered, biting her lip.
He put up his hand. “No no! I don’t wanna ruin anything you got. It’s better if we just hang instead.” The last thing Shawn wanted to do was get in the way of a good relationship. Plus, if she really cared about him, he had no right. Shawn was a lot of things but he certainly wasn’t a relationship ruiner.
yeahh-icanfly:
sbpdpsychic:
yeahh-icanfly:
sbpdpsychic:
He shrugged. “I’m sorta a psychic.” Shawn felt like he needed to impress him. Well, he really felt the need to impress everyone but Tony in particular. It was pretty hard to beat Iron Man.
“Sort of psychic?” Tony was unconvinced, and he was sure the skepticism showed all over his face. ”Prove it.”
Shawn placed his fingers to the sides of his head, quickly surveying Tony. “You already told me you were driving but that’s not all. You stopped for a burger about an hour and a half ago. You really aren’t sure exactly what you’re looking for but you said that ‘you’ll know it when you see it’. Frankly you just wanted to get out and drive because something has been on your mind, troubling you.”
Tony laughed as Shawn adopted the most stereotypical pose, but was cut off when he gave an accurate account of the last two hours. He stammered before he was able to offer a coherent response. ”How the hell did you do that? You’re not one of those crazy stalker-fans, are you?”
He grinned. “I told you man! I’m a psychic! I work for the SBPD. Kinda like a baby superhero. But I don’t have a cape. I do have a shirt with my initials on it though.” It had all been simple really. You could see where he had wiped at some type of condiment. Though where it had fallen could only mean he was eating a burger. The fact that he had driven all the way down here without even really noticing meant he wasn’t in any real hurry to find what he was looking for. Also, you can only be that distracted when you have something heavy on your mind. It was simple!
agirlhunter:
sbpdpsychic:
“No no I was just um…” He stopped, swallowing hard. “Are you free or something tomorrow night? I know this awesome place by the beach.” He felt so stupid as the words came tumbling out of his mouth. Shawn hoped to God she wouldn’t shoot him. She actually seemed like the kinda girl who would if she came along a jerk.
The blonde cocked her head as he asked her out. ”I…Shawn, I can join you for dinner, but I gotta tell you I’m seeing someone,” she muttered, biting her lip. She didn’t want to be too presumptuous, but she also didn’t want to lead him on. After all, he seemed like a nice guy.
His smiled faded as his hand shot up to rub the back of his neck. Looking down at the ground he nodded. “Sorry. I should have known. Well how about just a drink then.” A blush crept up his cheeks. “I should’a asked.” a laugh escaped his lips, but it was a tad forced.
yeahh-icanfly:
sbpdpsychic:
He shrugged. “I’m sorta a psychic.” Shawn felt like he needed to impress him. Well, he really felt the need to impress everyone but Tony in particular. It was pretty hard to beat Iron Man.
“Sort of psychic?” Tony was unconvinced, and he was sure the skepticism showed all over his face. ”Prove it.”
Shawn placed his fingers to the sides of his head, quickly surveying Tony. “You already told me you were driving but that’s not all. You stopped for a burger about an hour and a half ago. You really aren’t sure exactly what you’re looking for but you said that ‘you’ll know it when you see it’. Frankly you just wanted to get out and drive because something has been on your mind, troubling you.”
agirlhunter:
sbpdpsychic:
“Dude that’s even cooler! So are you like on vacation here or something?” He wondered if she would be opposed to him asking her to dinner. He shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting awkwardly. He was never good with dating but he wanted to ask anyway. The worst she could do was shoot him down right?
She ran a hand through her hair as a cryptic grin spread over her face. ”Yeah something like that,” she said with a shrug. Though, her brow furrowed as he continued to fidget. ”You all right? Hopefully the thought of a girl handling long-neck bottles doesn’t make you uncomfortable,” she teased, a smile crossing her face again.
“No no I was just um…” He stopped, swallowing hard. “Are you free or something tomorrow night? I know this awesome place by the beach.” He felt so stupid as the words came tumbling out of his mouth. Shawn hoped to God she wouldn’t shoot him. She actually seemed like the kinda girl who would if she came along a jerk.
yeahh-icanfly:
sbpdpsychic:
yeahh-icanfly:
sbpdpsychic:
yeahh-icanfly:
Hey, the name’s Tony. And you are?
Shawn grins his usual goofy grin, thrusting his hand forward. “Shawn. Nice to meet you Tony!”
Tony takes his hand and shakes it, raising an eyebrow. ”Aren’t you an enthusiastic one?”
“Dude you’re like a legend!” Shawn couldn’t help himself. It was the Tony Stark! He had seen posters of the man all around the place. The internet had given him a great deal of information as well. He was a hero! “What the heck are you doin’ in Santa Barbra?”
“So you’ve heard of me?” Tony laughed at his excitement, genuinely flattered. ”I needed something from my house in Malibu, and decided to drive around…not sure how I made it this far, though.” He shrugged and gave Shawn a smile. ”Tell me about yourself, since you seem to know so much about me.”
He shrugged. “I’m sorta a psychic.” Shawn felt like he needed to impress him. Well, he really felt the need to impress everyone but Tony in particular. It was pretty hard to beat Iron Man.
agirlhunter:
sbpdpsychic:
“It’s easy to be curious about you.” I mean you’re beautiful. For some reason, Shawn caught himself. Whatever it was, he didn’t want to be his sleazy self when talking to her. Which was actually saying a lot. He often had little regard about those he flirted with. That was just Shawn. “A bartender huh? Oh! Does that mean you can do a whole bunch of cool tricks? Like lighting stuff on fire! Can you breath fire?” he asked excitedly.
The blonde smiled, her face flushing slightly. ”I’m not that interesting,” she said with a shrug. Again, she laughed, shaking her head. ”No, I can’t do any of the fire stuff. But I can toss the bottles and stuff. I didn’t go to bartending school. I grew up in a bar, though.”
“Dude that’s even cooler! So are you like on vacation here or something?” He wondered if she would be opposed to him asking her to dinner. He shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting awkwardly. He was never good with dating but he wanted to ask anyway. The worst she could do was shoot him down right?
