Series: Black Friday Massacre
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns the Buffyverse, USA owns Psych.
Series Summary: Five Black Friday experiences, in drabble form.
Part Summary: Waiting in lines from hell after dinner.
Series A/N: I blame, er, credit morgyair for the idea. I should be working on other things, but no. This idea’s stuck in my head.
A/N: Continuation of Shawn’s punishment in Late
“Okay, but being late to dinner doesn’t give you the right to make me your personal butt monkey,” Shawn griped as Buffy gave him another glare. “It’s cold out here!”
“It’s Santa Barbara cold, not Vancouver cold, Shawn,” his little cousin Dawn nudged him from behind. “We had to do this in Cleveland last year with a foot of snow! So quit bellyaching, cuz.”
“What is so great about this sale?”
“It’s a BOGO, Shawn.”
“A Bogo for what? And I didn’t even get any pie!” Shawn glared at Gus and Buffy as they made their plan of attack. “Traitor!”