Hiya guys! Kinda short, I know.

Originally posted on psychfic: hope you like it okay :)

I OWN NOTHING! ALL CHARACTERS/PRODUCTS/THE HANGOVER BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS!

-PlayingGod

"Boom boom boom and a poom po-"

"Damn ringtone," Shawn muttered in the dark of his bedroom.

Taking only a spare second to glance at the clock before reaching for the phone, he noted the time.

3:37

"Hello?"

"Yellow my favorite pinnapple psychic!" a giggly voice shouted on the other end.

"Uhh... Jules?"

"Yep!"

"Drunk dialing? The spirits told me."

"Noo, Im not drunk! I tired to tell the bartender Barney, wait, I think it was Barry. WHATS YOUR NAME!"

This was way too funny, but he couldn't just leave her at the bar, drunk off her ass.

"Where are you and Barney Jules?" Shawn grinned as Juliet sputtered out the address.

Thank god he made a copy of Gus's car key.

"Mkay, I'll be there in a minute faster than you can say Rumbleroar!" the fake psychic informed Juliet as he began dialing another number.

Voicemail, typical.

"Hello, you've reached Burton Guster, please leave a message after- SHAWN! YOU DID NOT JUST ERASE MY DOCUMENTARY OFF MY DVR!"

Grinning as he remembered the day when there was a Mentalist marathon he missed, he decided to leave a message. "Hey dude, Im borrowing your car for the night, kay, thanks, bye!"

That'd be hilarious in the morning, he noted as he pulled up to Gus's apartment and successfully 'borrowed' the Super Sniffer's car.

"Oh Em Gee! Barney! Look! Its Shawn! I told you about pineapple Shawn right? And his awesome hai-"

Juliet was cut short by Barney (or was it Barry?) asking, "You her ride?"

"Yep, the one with the splenderiffic hairdo, right Jules?" Shawn grinned as Juliet nodded and hiccuped.

This was going to be a long night

Juliet O Hara of the Santa Barbra Police Department woke up the next morning with a lovely hangover.

"They made it look funnier in the movie" Juliet muttered to herself as she held a hand to her forehead.

"I don't know Jules, last night was pretty hilarious. Plus, there kinda is a tiger in the bathroom. Damn, your cat is aggres-"

Spinning around to spot a certain psychic consultant, her eyes went wide.

"Shawn! What the hell are you doing here?"

He shrugged, than admitted "I was your ride for the night."

"Oh,"

"Yeah"

"Then why are you still here?"

"Because you have On Demand, and On Demand has The Breakfast Club." he paused, than added, "And The Hangover, I have to admit, Brady Cooper's hai-"

"Bradley Cooper, Shawn" she corrected automatically.

"I've heard it both ways"

Chapter End Notes:

Drunk Jules is awesome, don't you think? And gotta love the Hangover references. Bradley Cooper does have some awesome hair.