Warnings: Character Death
Characters/Pairing: Carlton Lassiter, Shawn Spencer, none
Disclaimers: Nope. Just borrowing. Will return in . . . mostly good condition.
Notes: Okay. This was inspired by a tactical nuclear warhead of an English class I had. The last one of the semester in fact. Heck of a way to end a semester.
Anyway, I needed to deal with it and so I wrote. That's just how I roll.
Take the warnings seriously. I've already put several people into pretty intense crying jags. Hopefully that won't scare you away but I understand if it does.
I'm not a big fan of these kinds of fics myself. Like I said, I just needed to deal and this is how I do it.
( He entered the room and gave it a quick scan... )
Summary: “Expanding your tastes?” Shawn asked. “You're more of a single malt scotch kind of guy, aren't you?” Carlton bit back his instinctive response and tried to tone down his sarcasm. “Normally yes. Tonight is . . .”