Another Day at the Office

a/n This is my first Psych fanfic, so it's nothing elaborate. Just something fun. *laugh*

Shawn and Gus sat at their desks in their beach front office. Gus was going over the new drugs his pharmaceutical company was selling this week. Shawn was contemplating getting a tattoo.

Not just any boring tattoo, of course. Apparently, in Hawaii, there was a tribal tattoo specifically for pineapple carvers.

Shawn had stumbled across the information while googling "pineapple" and random words. (Like "accordion", and "eighties", and "komodo dragon".)

The screen of Gus's laptop was full of pictures of the tattoo, and Shawn stared at it with longing. Chicks dug tattoos, right? Not to mention, it was the most appropriately awesome tattoo Shawn had ever seen.

There was just one problem. (Besides the fact that his dad would kill him if Shawn got a permanent tattoo.) According to all of the websites, the only place you could get the tattoo was in Hawaii.

And Shawn didn't have the money to fly to Hawaii. Neither did Gus, according to his bank account statement, which Shawn had hacked into.

All of this left Shawn tribal-pineapple-tattoo-less.

With a heavy sigh, Shawn shut the laptop.

"Gus!" he whined. "I need $870."

His best friend never even looked up. "And I need a yacht and Jennifer Love Hewitt on a platter. Doesn't mean it's gonna happen, Shawn."

"That would have to be a huge platter to fit a yacht," Shawn mused. "And doesn't Jennifer Love get seasick?"

"No, Shawn. For the last time, Courtney Love has trouble sailing. Not Jennifer Love."

"Those two are so easy to get mixed up!" Shawn protested.

That brought Gus's head up. "One is the sweet, feisty star of I Know What You Did Last Summer and Ghost Whisperer. The other is the skeletal blonde crack addict who was married to Kurt Cobain. They are completely different people, Shawn! The only thing they have in common is that the word "love" is in bother their names."

Shawn shrugged, "Well if you wanna get technical."

"It's not about the technicalities, Shawn. It's about a sexy, little brunette, and a creepy, hardcore drug addict."

Spinning his chair, Shawn stared out the window and tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling. "Do you think Juliet likes tattoos?"

"What?"

Rather then explaining, Shawn's attention drifted. "Pretzel guy's on the boardwalk!" Jumping to his feet, he ran out of the office at a speed that defied his normal, lazy attitude.

Gus hurried to follow, reached for his wallet, and froze. His wallet was gone.

For a single moment, Gus considered reporting his wallet stolen to Juliet. Then he rolled his eyes.

"Shawn."

He was out the door in moments, yelling, "You better be buying me a pretzel with my own money, Shawn!

The response was teasing. "Don't be the awkward third wheel in a classic quartet!"

Just another day at Psych.

fin.