"They're not all meat-heads," Juliet argued matter-of-factly. "and, I dunno..it's just something about that uniform." She practically moaned her fetish with football players.
Shawn raised his eyebrows at the spunky blonde's reaction. She really did have a thing for football players. He grinned to himself as an idea pricked the surface of his "Great ideas to screw with Jules" membrane.
So there she stood, nonchalant and slightly secretive, Detective Lassiter standing by, dressed in his usual suit and tie, looking very out of place.
She watched as a flood of players, dressed in hulking shoulder pads and blue jerseys, and those damned starch white tights jogged onto the training field.
She bit her lip as she watched, her eyes trained on those bouncing white pants.
And as the last player filed in, she felt especially fixated.
She leaned forward, watching with breath caught in her throat.
As the player twisted around to face her she let out a little gasp and adjusted herself immediately.
There, dressed in full-out football gear was none other than paleo-sleuth psychic Shawn Spencer.
"That's right. It's real." The spiky-haired jokester said with a hint of "in your face" lining his tone. "Feel free to drink it in."
Lassiter raised a brow and pretended he didn't care, although he was slightly jealous that he couldn't be under cover right then.
Shawn grinned at the young detective, spinning back around and slamming a helmet on his head.
She just blushed, completely been had by the cunning man she watched jog away.
Juliet just ended up diverting her gaze and tucking a tendril of golden hair behind her ear, embarrassed for herself.
And later that week, after the case had been solved by the duo know most famously as Shawn Spencer and (enter witty nickname for Gus here).
Shawn had persisted his 'coach', to let him be a part of the team.
"Gus, there better be a good reason for you dragging me out here. What do you want me to see?" Juliet asked, irritated.
"That." Gus said simply, and they watched, as Shawn, dressed in those tights again, led a team of hulking football players through the tunnel, and into the field.
He paused only for a moment, the black streaks on his cheeks rising when he smiled at the cute little Jules in a pretty green blouse.
She just let her mouth fall open in awe, and amusement as he winked and jogged by; into the brightness of the stadium.
She grinned, shaking her head and looking at Gus for an explanation; who just shrugged.
She laughed quietly to herself and had nothing else really to say, except, "Oh, Shawn."