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Well, happy hour just got really interesting.
Excited, confused, and more than a little bit freaking out, Gus manages to contain himself long enough to put on a dose of smooth!Gus in the form of a knowing wink and nod before beating a hasty retreat outside.
Once safely outside the bar, following the path toward the lake, he lets out a quiet but shrill squeal and digs out his cellphone with his good hand. He's not exactly sure if it'll get through, but he gets three bars reception at the end of the universe (apparently Verizon has service *everywhere*) and manages off a quick text to Shawn as he very gently does a little bit of a solo-Snoopy dance.
It's worthy of an OMG. Really, it is. The last time he managed so much as a date with a girl, she was trying to sell him life insurance.
After a short walk down the path, his mind begins to clear and he calms to a much more sensible mentality. Of course he has a date, he's smooth... charming... confident... (okay, maybe not... but he *can* be). A little sore across the ribs, they still haven't healed all the way though they're close, he finds a wooden bench and settles down, humming a random tune under his breath. It's gonna be a good night.
Maybe not a great night, and he's cool with that. But probably a good one.
Excited, confused, and more than a little bit freaking out, Gus manages to contain himself long enough to put on a dose of smooth!Gus in the form of a knowing wink and nod before beating a hasty retreat outside.
Once safely outside the bar, following the path toward the lake, he lets out a quiet but shrill squeal and digs out his cellphone with his good hand. He's not exactly sure if it'll get through, but he gets three bars reception at the end of the universe (apparently Verizon has service *everywhere*) and manages off a quick text to Shawn as he very gently does a little bit of a solo-Snoopy dance.
OMG Shawn! I think I have a date with a really pretty GODDESS that smells like wildflowers!
After a short walk down the path, his mind begins to clear and he calms to a much more sensible mentality. Of course he has a date, he's smooth... charming... confident... (okay, maybe not... but he *can* be). A little sore across the ribs, they still haven't healed all the way though they're close, he finds a wooden bench and settles down, humming a random tune under his breath. It's gonna be a good night.
Maybe not a great night, and he's cool with that. But probably a good one.
