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beer_good_foamyRiley drabble for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lateseasonlove:
Title: Dress Rehearsal
Author: Beer Good (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG
Prompt: "As You Were"
Character: Riley
Word Count: 100
Dress Rehearsal
Five minutes with her and you're back to rehearsing what to say, like two years ago.
"I'm married." Simple enough, right? So tell her already. You're over her, and she was over you long ago.
Then you look at her, all pinstripes and cowhat, and there's something... off. Broken. Like the Buffyness of her ran out, and the precious little that's left rattles around in a fragile shell and...
...don't start waxing poetic. Over. Married. Tell her.
Here we go.
Telling her any minute now.
"No offense, but this is black ops, and you look like a pylon."
Smooth, Finn.
Faith ficlet forstill_grrr:
Title: Groovy
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Prompt: "Book of the Dead"
Characters/Pairing (if any): Giles, Faith
A/N: Evil Dead crossover ficlet.
Groovy
"So, this book we're supposed to be picking up, what's the deal?" Faith yawned and glanced at her watch; the seller was an hour late already.
"It's the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, roughly translated, Book of the Dead." Giles was happy to get to do some expositioning. "Inked in human blood and bound in human flesh, it can reportedly raise evil spirits and... here he is now."
A beat-up '73 Oldsmobile pulled up to the curb, engine backfiring, and the driver stepped out; a one-handed, scarfaced man in his mid-40s, looking like he'd walked back and forth through hell to get here and hadn't liked any of it one bit. Giles heard Faith gasp and drop her bag o' weapons, but didn't have time to ask why before the man stepped up to him, thrusting the book into his hands. "THERE you are! I had to drive all over this goddamn town for hours trying to find this place. Little thing called 'advertising', pal, you might wanna look into it if you want people to know where you are."
"Well, Mr Ash, the watcher's council is a secret society..."
"Secret, shmecret. Just do me a favor, OK? Take this goddamn book off my hands and... I dunno, burn it, bury it, wipe your ass with it, anything except read it out loud. Now where's my - " Suddenly he noticed Faith and grinned lasciviously. "Oh, hey there gorgeous. Listen, after your boss gives me my money, whaddyasay you and me go spend it someplace nice? You kinda remind me of an old girlfriend of mine, and... what?"
Faith just stared at him in utter shock. With shaking hands, she reached into her wallet and got out a faded and worn old picture. She looked at it, then back at him. "D-Dad?"
lateseasonlove:Title: Dress Rehearsal
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)Rating: PG
Prompt: "As You Were"
Character: Riley
Word Count: 100
Dress Rehearsal
Five minutes with her and you're back to rehearsing what to say, like two years ago.
"I'm married." Simple enough, right? So tell her already. You're over her, and she was over you long ago.
Then you look at her, all pinstripes and cowhat, and there's something... off. Broken. Like the Buffyness of her ran out, and the precious little that's left rattles around in a fragile shell and...
...don't start waxing poetic. Over. Married. Tell her.
Here we go.
Telling her any minute now.
"No offense, but this is black ops, and you look like a pylon."
Smooth, Finn.
Faith ficlet for
still_grrr:Title: Groovy
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Prompt: "Book of the Dead"
Characters/Pairing (if any): Giles, Faith
A/N: Evil Dead crossover ficlet.
Groovy
"So, this book we're supposed to be picking up, what's the deal?" Faith yawned and glanced at her watch; the seller was an hour late already.
"It's the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, roughly translated, Book of the Dead." Giles was happy to get to do some expositioning. "Inked in human blood and bound in human flesh, it can reportedly raise evil spirits and... here he is now."
A beat-up '73 Oldsmobile pulled up to the curb, engine backfiring, and the driver stepped out; a one-handed, scarfaced man in his mid-40s, looking like he'd walked back and forth through hell to get here and hadn't liked any of it one bit. Giles heard Faith gasp and drop her bag o' weapons, but didn't have time to ask why before the man stepped up to him, thrusting the book into his hands. "THERE you are! I had to drive all over this goddamn town for hours trying to find this place. Little thing called 'advertising', pal, you might wanna look into it if you want people to know where you are."
"Well, Mr Ash, the watcher's council is a secret society..."
"Secret, shmecret. Just do me a favor, OK? Take this goddamn book off my hands and... I dunno, burn it, bury it, wipe your ass with it, anything except read it out loud. Now where's my - " Suddenly he noticed Faith and grinned lasciviously. "Oh, hey there gorgeous. Listen, after your boss gives me my money, whaddyasay you and me go spend it someplace nice? You kinda remind me of an old girlfriend of mine, and... what?"
Faith just stared at him in utter shock. With shaking hands, she reached into her wallet and got out a faded and worn old picture. She looked at it, then back at him. "D-Dad?"
