Fic: Like a Failed 90's Dramedy
Character/Pairing(s): Study group, implied Annie/Jeff and Britta/Jeff
Spoilers: Up to 1.06. Kicking it old school here.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 3800
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Sony, Dan Harmon, and possibly Gwynnifer.
Notes: This is a genderswap re-interpretation of episode 1.06 "Football, Feminism, and You" based on this picspam, in which all else remains the same aside from the genders of the characters. Although the plot points are similar to those in the episode, everything else is new. There's one repeated line. Aaaand I just lost most of you with that, didn't I?
Janet looks around the room, first at Brendt and then at Steven, expecting one of them to play the good guy and calm Andrew down or pull him aside or give him a Valium or whatever it takes to silence an overachieving, meddlesome teenage boy. (Not Valium, though, she remembers. Pill addiction, wasn't it?) But Brendt has a faraway look on his face, perhaps pondering that barefooted, hemp-braceleted, pot-smoking, basket-weaving little hippie who, Janet thinks disdainfully, is a bleach job, two deep-conditioning treatments, and several pedicures away from being worth a second glance. (She twitches the ends of her hair up to her eyes, as if to make sure Vonnie's split ends aren't catching.)
Spoilers: Up to 1.06. Kicking it old school here.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 3800
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Sony, Dan Harmon, and possibly Gwynnifer.
Notes: This is a genderswap re-interpretation of episode 1.06 "Football, Feminism, and You" based on this picspam, in which all else remains the same aside from the genders of the characters. Although the plot points are similar to those in the episode, everything else is new. There's one repeated line. Aaaand I just lost most of you with that, didn't I?
Janet looks around the room, first at Brendt and then at Steven, expecting one of them to play the good guy and calm Andrew down or pull him aside or give him a Valium or whatever it takes to silence an overachieving, meddlesome teenage boy. (Not Valium, though, she remembers. Pill addiction, wasn't it?) But Brendt has a faraway look on his face, perhaps pondering that barefooted, hemp-braceleted, pot-smoking, basket-weaving little hippie who, Janet thinks disdainfully, is a bleach job, two deep-conditioning treatments, and several pedicures away from being worth a second glance. (She twitches the ends of her hair up to her eyes, as if to make sure Vonnie's split ends aren't catching.)