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Summary: Bellringer!Shawn has to do something to keep himself entertained on the job. Thank god for handsome men with short tempers. Day 2 of Snow Globes for Christmas.
Warning: Not one I can think of.
Disclaimer: I can't even afford all the DVDs. =(
"Santa's watching," Shawn yelled after the tall, dark-haired stranger.
The stranger stopped before crossing the grocery's busy parking lot and turned to face the bellringer. "Excuse me?"
Shawn pointed to the red kettle in front of him and jingled his bell. "The poor don't need pennies," Shawn said cheekily. "And Santa doesn't like cheapskates."
"I don't believe in Santa"
"Baby Jesus doesn't like penny-pinchers, either."
Actually, the amount the man threw in the kettle was no less than what the majority of shoppers gave him. It was the last shopping day before Christmas. Budgets were tight around this time of the year and most were too involved in their own Christmas plans to worry about other's. A few kind souls offered a dollar or two, but most of what Shawn had collected was spare change still wrapped in shoppers' receipts.
Still, he'd been up since 7:30 that morning ringing his bell in front of the big-box grocery. The job was mind-numbingly dull and he was desperate for some sort of diversion.
The man rolled his brilliant blue eyes. "I gave you more than pennies."
"Really?" Shawn shook the kettle, the money inside clanging nosily against the metal walls. "Nope, sorry. Don't hear it."
"You can hear my money?" the other asked in annoyance.
"No, I can't. That's the problem, Mr. Cheapo."
With a sigh, the man dug a few crumpled dollars from his pocket. And as he walked closer to drop the bills in the kettle, Shawn noticed the frozen TV dinners and single-serving chocolate ice creams in his plastic shopping bags. There was just enough food for one person to survive businesses' two-day shut down in honor of the holiday.
"Happy?" the stranger drawled as he dropped the money through the coin slot.
Shawn rung his bell and gave an exaggerated bow. "Thank you, my good man. The needy appreciate your sacrifice."
The man snorted and turned to walk away.
"No one should spend Christmas alone," Shawn yelled at the stranger's back.
"What?" the man replied, pausing again.
Shawn smiled. "We serve dinner to lonely, poor old folks on Christmas Eve. I'm sure they'd like your company."
The man scowled. "What makes you think I'm spending the holiday alone?"
Shawn cocked his head toward the kettle. "Your money's telling a sad, sad story of lonely meals and linty pants."
"...I'm not sad."
Shawn smiled and reached into his pocket. He pulled out one of the church's business cards and held it out to the man.
"Come out if you want," Shawn said, offering the stranger a real smile. "The old people will love you."
The man hesitated, flickering his distrustful gaze from Shawn's face to the card and back.
Shawn gave a slight shrug. "I wouldn't mind seeing you there, either."
Something in the other man seemed to relax at that. He grabbed the card, his fingers momentarily brushing against Shawn's, and stuck it in his pocket.
"Thanks," he replied quietly.
Shawn grinned. "Have a merry Christmas."
A/N: I feel like I'm slowly getting my Psych mojo back. I'm still kind of shaky, but you know, baby steps. =)
Summary: Bellringer!Shawn has to do something to keep himself entertained on the job. Thank god for handsome men with short tempers. Day 2 of Snow Globes for Christmas.
Warning: Not one I can think of.
Disclaimer: I can't even afford all the DVDs. =(
"Santa's watching," Shawn yelled after the tall, dark-haired stranger.
The stranger stopped before crossing the grocery's busy parking lot and turned to face the bellringer. "Excuse me?"
Shawn pointed to the red kettle in front of him and jingled his bell. "The poor don't need pennies," Shawn said cheekily. "And Santa doesn't like cheapskates."
"I don't believe in Santa"
"Baby Jesus doesn't like penny-pinchers, either."
Actually, the amount the man threw in the kettle was no less than what the majority of shoppers gave him. It was the last shopping day before Christmas. Budgets were tight around this time of the year and most were too involved in their own Christmas plans to worry about other's. A few kind souls offered a dollar or two, but most of what Shawn had collected was spare change still wrapped in shoppers' receipts.
Still, he'd been up since 7:30 that morning ringing his bell in front of the big-box grocery. The job was mind-numbingly dull and he was desperate for some sort of diversion.
The man rolled his brilliant blue eyes. "I gave you more than pennies."
"Really?" Shawn shook the kettle, the money inside clanging nosily against the metal walls. "Nope, sorry. Don't hear it."
"You can hear my money?" the other asked in annoyance.
"No, I can't. That's the problem, Mr. Cheapo."
With a sigh, the man dug a few crumpled dollars from his pocket. And as he walked closer to drop the bills in the kettle, Shawn noticed the frozen TV dinners and single-serving chocolate ice creams in his plastic shopping bags. There was just enough food for one person to survive businesses' two-day shut down in honor of the holiday.
"Happy?" the stranger drawled as he dropped the money through the coin slot.
Shawn rung his bell and gave an exaggerated bow. "Thank you, my good man. The needy appreciate your sacrifice."
The man snorted and turned to walk away.
"No one should spend Christmas alone," Shawn yelled at the stranger's back.
"What?" the man replied, pausing again.
Shawn smiled. "We serve dinner to lonely, poor old folks on Christmas Eve. I'm sure they'd like your company."
The man scowled. "What makes you think I'm spending the holiday alone?"
Shawn cocked his head toward the kettle. "Your money's telling a sad, sad story of lonely meals and linty pants."
"...I'm not sad."
Shawn smiled and reached into his pocket. He pulled out one of the church's business cards and held it out to the man.
"Come out if you want," Shawn said, offering the stranger a real smile. "The old people will love you."
The man hesitated, flickering his distrustful gaze from Shawn's face to the card and back.
Shawn gave a slight shrug. "I wouldn't mind seeing you there, either."
Something in the other man seemed to relax at that. He grabbed the card, his fingers momentarily brushing against Shawn's, and stuck it in his pocket.
"Thanks," he replied quietly.
Shawn grinned. "Have a merry Christmas."
A/N: I feel like I'm slowly getting my Psych mojo back. I'm still kind of shaky, but you know, baby steps. =)
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Date: 2011-12-16 05:19 am (UTC)And then I will squeal like a cracked out guinea pig and read it over and over again.
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Date: 2011-12-16 06:28 am (UTC)Somehow I like to imagine Shawn is serving court-ordered community service doing this.
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Date: 2011-12-17 03:21 am (UTC)Thank you for reading.