shouting at windmills

This fic is a tag for the episode Tuesday the 17th. It's 15k words of Shawn/Lassiter first time, rated PG-13, with humor and a little angst thrown in.

And just so you know, this is not a story about a chance meeting of two insomniacs. This is a story about beer, a machete, the fashion police, zebras, egg salad, Truth or Truth, the c-word, and handcuffs. With sprinkles on top.

Many thanks to snarkydame and to trystings for their invaluable beta reading services! ETA: *facepalms* Also, tacittype during the early stages of this fic. Thank you, guys!


( Part One )
Part Two

Or read it all in one go at the AO3.

Whenever I haven't been fiddling with html code these last couple of weeks-- (Yes, the poll convinced me. My own shiny new website is almost done! Almost! On that note, I still very much need to get the following message off my chest: ----Die, Internet Explorer, DIE!!!---- Phew, okay, yes, feeling better now.)

Okay, what was the point of this post again? Right, I wrote, and surprisingly, it's not SGA. It's Psych! I love Psych! And I loved the season finale to an unhealthy degree.

Hence, this tag for An Evening with Mr. Yang.
3200 words, gen, PG-13, Shawn and Lassiter, humor, yet angsty (huh?).

Thank you to naye for initial beta comments and to snarkydame for the whole beta package!

( An Evening With Mr. Lassiter )

Note to self: We are badly in need of Psych icons.