Your $0.02
Apr. 13th, 2008 12:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tju_tju_tju_tjuOkay, I need to know if I should continue this, because this whole scenario just came to me out of nowhere, and I think it could be a possible gen fic.
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"Jesus, Gus, how hot is it in here?”
Gus looked at the barometer on the wall. “Too hot.”
Shawn groaned, fanning himself with one of their case files. “When is the repair guy supposed to come in to fix the air conditioner?”
“Not until Wednesday.” Gus sank down into a chair. “Do you think we should just close for a few days until the A.C. gets fixed?”
“No!” Shawn started a little. “No, we can’t! We must… we must solve the cases… we must…” He felt slightly woozy.
“Shawn? Shawn? Are you okay?” Gus clearly wanted to get up to check that Shawn wasn’t about to pass out, but couldn’t muster up the energy.
“Yeah… I’ll be fine…” Shawn swung his head from side to side. “I just… it’s so… hot…” Damn it, now was not the time for modesty. He dragged himself up off of the chair and started un-buttoning his jeans.
“Shawn…? Shawn, what the hell are you doing?” Gus asked slowly as Shawn proceeded to un-zip his fly.
“I’m taking off my pants,” he said, and then he did, tossing them weakly off to the side and collapsing back on the couch.
“Shawn! Put your pants back on immediately!”
“But Gus, it’s so hot in here…”
“I don’t care! I will not have you parading around the office pants-less! It’s undignified! Not to mention it is making me significantly uncomfortable.”
“Parading? The last thing I’m going to do is parade. I can barely stand up,” Shawn said, wiping his sweaty brow. “And c’mon. You know you want to take off your pants too.”
“No, I do not.”
“Yes you do.”
“I don’t, Shawn.”
“Fine. Suit yourself.”
“Hmmph.”
They sat there in silence for a while, Gus with his arms crossed and Shawn lying prostrate on the couch, making pathetic moaning noises. The humidity rolled in waves, making the air thick and difficult to breathe.
After several minutes, Gus angrily stood up and started un-buttoning his own jeans.
“I knew you’d cave eventually,” Shawn said faintly as Gus glared at him.
“Shut up,” he said, and was about to take off his shoes when the door slammed open.
Lassiter stood at the threshold, an indescribable look on his face as he took in the scene before him -- a pants-less Shawn lying practically half-dead on the couch and Gus standing next to him, pants down to his ankles.
Shawn and Gus looked at him in horror.
A pause. “I’ll come back tomorrow,” Lassiter said hastily, and was about to leave when Shawn shouted, “Wait!”
Lassiter froze. “What?” he said, teeth clenched.
“We were just… it’s not what it looks like, Lassie, honest,” Shawn said.
“It’s just really hot! You can feel how hot it is in here, right?” Gus asked nervously, quickly pulling his pants back up.
Lassiter turned back around, looking at the two of them dubiously, but entered and closed the door shut behind him anyway. “I guess I’m gonna have to take your word for it, because… God, I don’t even want to contemplate…”
“What do you need?” Gus asked.
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Problem is, if I style this like an episode.... um. I have never written anything even remotely resembling a murder mystery, so it might be a bit difficult. BUT ANYWAY. Your thoughts on possibly continuing this, show me them.
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"Jesus, Gus, how hot is it in here?”
Gus looked at the barometer on the wall. “Too hot.”
Shawn groaned, fanning himself with one of their case files. “When is the repair guy supposed to come in to fix the air conditioner?”
“Not until Wednesday.” Gus sank down into a chair. “Do you think we should just close for a few days until the A.C. gets fixed?”
“No!” Shawn started a little. “No, we can’t! We must… we must solve the cases… we must…” He felt slightly woozy.
“Shawn? Shawn? Are you okay?” Gus clearly wanted to get up to check that Shawn wasn’t about to pass out, but couldn’t muster up the energy.
“Yeah… I’ll be fine…” Shawn swung his head from side to side. “I just… it’s so… hot…” Damn it, now was not the time for modesty. He dragged himself up off of the chair and started un-buttoning his jeans.
“Shawn…? Shawn, what the hell are you doing?” Gus asked slowly as Shawn proceeded to un-zip his fly.
“I’m taking off my pants,” he said, and then he did, tossing them weakly off to the side and collapsing back on the couch.
“Shawn! Put your pants back on immediately!”
“But Gus, it’s so hot in here…”
“I don’t care! I will not have you parading around the office pants-less! It’s undignified! Not to mention it is making me significantly uncomfortable.”
“Parading? The last thing I’m going to do is parade. I can barely stand up,” Shawn said, wiping his sweaty brow. “And c’mon. You know you want to take off your pants too.”
“No, I do not.”
“Yes you do.”
“I don’t, Shawn.”
“Fine. Suit yourself.”
“Hmmph.”
They sat there in silence for a while, Gus with his arms crossed and Shawn lying prostrate on the couch, making pathetic moaning noises. The humidity rolled in waves, making the air thick and difficult to breathe.
After several minutes, Gus angrily stood up and started un-buttoning his own jeans.
“I knew you’d cave eventually,” Shawn said faintly as Gus glared at him.
“Shut up,” he said, and was about to take off his shoes when the door slammed open.
Lassiter stood at the threshold, an indescribable look on his face as he took in the scene before him -- a pants-less Shawn lying practically half-dead on the couch and Gus standing next to him, pants down to his ankles.
Shawn and Gus looked at him in horror.
A pause. “I’ll come back tomorrow,” Lassiter said hastily, and was about to leave when Shawn shouted, “Wait!”
Lassiter froze. “What?” he said, teeth clenched.
“We were just… it’s not what it looks like, Lassie, honest,” Shawn said.
“It’s just really hot! You can feel how hot it is in here, right?” Gus asked nervously, quickly pulling his pants back up.
Lassiter turned back around, looking at the two of them dubiously, but entered and closed the door shut behind him anyway. “I guess I’m gonna have to take your word for it, because… God, I don’t even want to contemplate…”
“What do you need?” Gus asked.
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Problem is, if I style this like an episode.... um. I have never written anything even remotely resembling a murder mystery, so it might be a bit difficult. BUT ANYWAY. Your thoughts on possibly continuing this, show me them.
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Date: 2008-04-13 07:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-13 07:41 am (UTC)i was literally laughing out loud.
and, i'm sure there are some seasoned mystery writers who could help you w/ a "details-are-important" murder mystery.
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Date: 2008-04-13 04:45 pm (UTC)There probably are, somewhere out there...
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Date: 2008-04-14 05:45 am (UTC)oh, yes. somewhere across the world (wide web).
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Date: 2008-04-13 07:58 am (UTC)And though the murder mystery part might be difficult, it'll probably be fun too. Also you can cheat and know who did it from the start....
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Date: 2008-04-13 04:46 pm (UTC)Yeah, once I get started on that part it's probably going to be fun (especially since I won't have to take it too seriously, like I would if I were writing a CSI fic or something).
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Date: 2008-04-13 12:26 pm (UTC)I'm doing something very similar now, except I seem to be lacking on the "why she's dead" department *sweatdrop*.
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Date: 2008-04-13 04:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-13 05:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-13 05:18 pm (UTC)