Happy Birthday BGF!!
A fic, just for you!
Title: Happy Birthday Beer Good
by Tabitha Grace Smith
It was very dark by the time Angel reached Beer Good's home. The birthday celebrations had already been thrown, the parties, the pics, the cards and the cake, but Angel had one last "greeting" for the man who wrote too much.
Mounting the stairs (or just stepping up to Beer Good's door, we're not THAT obsessive about stalking the man) Angel gave a long, prolonged sigh before knocking (or ringing the door bell, or using the knocker).
When Beer Good came to answer the door Angel, forgetting the whole lore thing, charged at the door and was sent backwards. A vampire snarl coming out before he could stop it.
Beer Good rocked a bit back on his heels and smirked. "Nice try."
Angel grumped, "totally not fair. I hate this stupid rule."
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"I... I..." Angel paused and rolled his eyes a bit embarrassedly. "I read what you write about me. You know. Online?"
"You do?" Beer Good's tone was one of shock now. After all seeing a fictional character alive and trying to come into your house is one thing, but hearing they read your fanfic - totally another.
Now, if vampires weren't so pale, you might have seen Angel blush at this point. "Yeah, I mean. For research purposes. Of course."
Beer Good suppressed a laugh and said as seriously as he could, "of course."
"And I.... Well, I shouldn't ask it being your birthday and all, but could you maybe..."
Curiosity took over and Beer Good, despite his better judgment, asked, "Could I what?"
Angel drew in a breath ('cuz we all know he lied to Xander and really CAN breath, since Spike can smoke). "CouldyoumaybemakemorefunofSpikeandNotMe?"
As soon as the last word was out, Beer Good closed the door.
Angel called out weakly, "Please?"
No one answered.
Angel sighed. "I'll get you next time Beer Good. Next time!" He turned to leave and then remembered something. "Oh! And next time! I'm coming to some public place! So there!"
Walking off you could here him grumble, "stupid rules. Stupid internet. Stupid birthdays. No one ever asks when my birthday is, do they even care? Ha! Lets make fun of Angel on the internet. Make me a big man. Stupid beer."
Title: Happy Birthday Beer Good
by Tabitha Grace Smith
It was very dark by the time Angel reached Beer Good's home. The birthday celebrations had already been thrown, the parties, the pics, the cards and the cake, but Angel had one last "greeting" for the man who wrote too much.
Mounting the stairs (or just stepping up to Beer Good's door, we're not THAT obsessive about stalking the man) Angel gave a long, prolonged sigh before knocking (or ringing the door bell, or using the knocker).
When Beer Good came to answer the door Angel, forgetting the whole lore thing, charged at the door and was sent backwards. A vampire snarl coming out before he could stop it.
Beer Good rocked a bit back on his heels and smirked. "Nice try."
Angel grumped, "totally not fair. I hate this stupid rule."
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"I... I..." Angel paused and rolled his eyes a bit embarrassedly. "I read what you write about me. You know. Online?"
"You do?" Beer Good's tone was one of shock now. After all seeing a fictional character alive and trying to come into your house is one thing, but hearing they read your fanfic - totally another.
Now, if vampires weren't so pale, you might have seen Angel blush at this point. "Yeah, I mean. For research purposes. Of course."
Beer Good suppressed a laugh and said as seriously as he could, "of course."
"And I.... Well, I shouldn't ask it being your birthday and all, but could you maybe..."
Curiosity took over and Beer Good, despite his better judgment, asked, "Could I what?"
Angel drew in a breath ('cuz we all know he lied to Xander and really CAN breath, since Spike can smoke). "CouldyoumaybemakemorefunofSpikeandNotMe?"
As soon as the last word was out, Beer Good closed the door.
Angel called out weakly, "Please?"
No one answered.
Angel sighed. "I'll get you next time Beer Good. Next time!" He turned to leave and then remembered something. "Oh! And next time! I'm coming to some public place! So there!"
Walking off you could here him grumble, "stupid rules. Stupid internet. Stupid birthdays. No one ever asks when my birthday is, do they even care? Ha! Lets make fun of Angel on the internet. Make me a big man. Stupid beer."