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.
(holding his glass, staring into space)
I like blondes.
I prefer brunettes, myself.
But any gal I go out with definitely needs
to be able to kick my ass.
Er…gotta say I’m with you on that one, Dad.
And they need to be bossy. Don’t forget that.
Even though we’re super-beings.
(lifting his beer)
Like father, like son!
…With an apparent masochistic streak.
And a sadistic streak, don’t forget that.
Yeah, poking people’s eyes out with a pike.
(nodding, staring into space)
…Pulling the antennae off Sluks.
(lifting a bottle of wine)
Have some Cabernet.
I hate wine!
I’ll stick to beer.
That’s because you go to college.
My son, the college man.
God, Dad. You’re such a dork.
Shall we head out and find more demons