Written for comment_fic on livejournal
He hated these private sessions. He was a professional, darnit! The 'serious' artists never called him, though, it was always the Beginners' Life Drawing class, or the eccentric weirdos.This weirdo, Mr. Spencer, did not seem to be taking his art very seriously. He raised an eyebrow when the guy put a pad of construction paper on the easel. He rolled his eyes when Spencer decided the picture needed just a little smear of pepperoni grease from the microwave pizza roll Spencer was eating. And he almost walked out when he saw Spencer throw glitter at the picture, flinging it in large swaths while making "Whoosh"-style sound effects with his mouth.
But the last straw was when another man just casually walked in and stood next to Shawn. He stared at Lassiter as he ate chips from a can at a ridiculously slow pace.
"Oh, sorry Lassie, let me introduce you."
"My name is Carlton LASSITER," he replied through gritted teeth.
"This is my business partner, Vincent Van Halen. Vince, this is Lassie."
"Very nice to meet you," the man said, taking another crunchy bite. He looked curiously at the picture Shawn was working on, now with crayons.
"Do you like my interpretation of nude Lassie?" Spencer asked his friend.
The friend made a mildly disgusted face. He answered, "I've never seen anyone do THAT with a unicorn."
"That's it," snapped Lassiter as he grabbed his pants and nearly fell over pulling them on. He grabbed his shirt and headed toward the door.
"Lassie, wait! Don't leave, you'll ruin my masterpiece!"
Lassiter turned toward him, turning his rage into a visible threat. "I! Am a professional! And you! Are a moron!"
Lassiter spun back around and stormed out. As he walked away, he heard Spencer's comment to Vince and had to will himself not to go back and punch that so-called artist in the face.
"Models. What a bunch of divas."