coffeebuddha | Daily Drabble 32 (Reply)

Title: Red Bull Gives You Wings
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG/FRE
Characters/Pairing: Shawn Spencer/Carlton Lassiter, Burton Guster
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count: 437
Prompt: "Determined to win a bet with Gus, Shawn drinks seven Red Bulls in a row....with interesting results." Requested by

zilentdreamer.

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Shawn's body positively thrums with energy, like it's about to spin apart at the seams. Which would be interesting to see, because Shawn isn't certain if seams even can spin apart. Or, for that matter, if people have seams. He pauses, pats his rather-nice-if-he-does-say-so-himself-and-yes-he-really-does bottom, and nods to himself. Well, at least one seam then. He bounces on his toes, does a quick bunny hop across then room to Gus's desk, then sprawls out on top of it on his stomach. His back itches. No, that's not an itch. It's a tingle, and his shirt is suddenly too tight and there's a weird popping sound and it feels like his back is made out of silly putty that someone's slowly stretching and remolding.

He jumps off the desk, scrambling to get his shirt off, not even caring that he messes up his hair in the process, and bounds across the room to the nearest mirror. It takes a little maneuvering and twisting to get a good view of his back, but when Shawn finally manages it, he gasps and clasps his hands together with glee. There, sprouting out of his shoulder blades, is a magnificent pair of wings. Gus is out-something about his job and quotas-so Shawn fistbumps his reflection, which is almost as good, then runs for the door, more than ready to take to the sky.

Carlton pokes Shawn's cheek and exchanges a glance with Guster. "How many of the things did you say he drank?"

"I started switching out the drinks with canned juice after the fourth," Guster pauses. "Or at least I think it was the fourth."

Right. Carlton tries not to sigh or roll his eyes-it isn't Guster's fault Carlton's dating a lunatic with idiotic tendencies-and loops one of Shawn's arms over his shoulders, careful to avoid the drool. Guster immediately moves to his other side and does the same, staggering under Shawn's weight a little as they heft him off Guster's desk. "I think we can just pour the rest of the case down the drain."

Guster starts to make a noise of protest, but Carlton shoots him a glare-because it is Guster's fault for bringing the damn energy drinks into the Psych office and participating in asinine bets-and he nods instead. "I'll get right on that."

Carlton grunts in agreement and they drop Shawn into his armchair. There's a post-it stuck to his forehead, and when Carlton peals it off he grins and mumbles in his sleep, "Red Bull gives you wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiings."

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