Pointless fanfic

Inspired from the discussion in my previous post.

And surprisingly not the first stand-alone fanfic I’ve ever written. But it should probably be the last.

; )

INT. A DARK, CROWDED PUB – LOCATION UNKNOWN – NIGHT

Angel and Connor are seated at an old wooden table. They are roaring drunk. Angel has a glass of red wine in front of him. Connor has a bottle of beer.

ANGEL
(holding his glass, staring into space)
I like blondes.

CONNOR
(*burp*)
I prefer brunettes, myself.

ANGEL
But any gal I go out with definitely needs
to be able to kick my ass.

CONNOR
(eyes furtive)
Er…gotta say I’m with you on that one, Dad.
And they need to be bossy. Don’t forget that.

ANGEL
Even though we’re super-beings.

CONNOR
(lifting his beer)
Like father, like son!

ANGEL
(frowning)
…With an apparent masochistic streak.

CONNOR
And a sadistic streak, don’t forget that.

ANGEL
(dreamily)
Yeah, poking people’s eyes out with a pike.
Good times.

CONNOR
(nodding, staring into space)
…Pulling the antennae off Sluks.

ANGEL
(lifting a bottle of wine)
Have some Cabernet.

CONNOR
(blech-tongue)
I hate wine!
I’ll stick to beer.

ANGEL
That’s because you go to college.
(grins big)
My son, the college man.

CONNOR
God, Dad. You’re such a dork.

ANGEL
Shall we head out and find more demons
to massacre?

CONNOR
(nodding)
Let’s.