Shawn walked straight up to Lassiter. Without a word, he removed the other man's sunglasses and grabbed his head, dragging it down to his. Their lips met in a kiss.
Back at the bar, Gus scoffed in disbelief. "Oh my god! He's actually doing it!"
Shawn used Lassiter's gasp of surprise to his advantage, slipping his tongue into the other man's mouth. Lassiter let out a surprised little noise and tried to pull away, but Shawn's hands were holding him tightly, and he found he was unable to simply pull back.
His own hands reached up to the psychic's shoulders to push him away, but to his great surprise he found them instead gripping tightly, even pulling Shawn closer. And he realized suddenly that he was kissing the man back, and his eyes were slipping closed… He should probably be upset right now, but all he could feel was hungry for more; Spencer kissed so well…
Suddenly, Shawn broke free with a gasp. Lassiter's hands were still curved around his shoulders, gripping him tightly, but the psychic just smirked and took two steps closer, pressing his body close against the Head Detective.
Lassiter let go in shock, and Shawn immediately stepped back, disappearing into the crowd without a word, leaving Lassiter gaping after him.
He rejoined Gus at the bar, snatching up and swallowing his drink triumphantly. "There you go, Gus! I think this game of Gay Chicken Dare is officially over; there's no way you can top that!"
His friend was just staring at him. Shawn frowned. "What? I nailed it; you know I did. It was over ten seconds, with tongue. Plus I got a souvenir!" He set Lassiter's sunglasses on his face with a grin.
Gus nodded slowly, eyes wide. "Yeah… But, did he really… you know… kiss you back?"
Shawn's brow furrowed as he thought for a second… then he whipped the sunglasses from his face as he spun in his chair, searching for the detective in the crowd. "Oh my god."
Lassiter swallowed hard, trying to wipe the taste from his mouth, as well as the memories from his mind. He had to be drunk and hallucinating, because that had not just happened.
He realized he was still standing in the middle of the dance floor, and abruptly turned, making his way to the bar. Only to stop because there was Spencer, with his sunglasses dangling from his fingers, and a shocked look on his face.
Their eyes met for a split second; then Lassiter had whirled around and almost ran from the bar.
No way was this real, he thought, denial setting in.
Back at the bar, there was a long, heavy moment in which they both pondered what all of this meant. Then they shared a mutual shudder and Shawn began to brag: the pair instantly putting the incident behind them.
One thing was for sure, though; they would never play Gay Chicken Dare in Santa Barbara again…