community fic
written for the jeff/britta fanworks comment ficapalooza on community_tv
title: britta turns thirty
words: 245
rating: pg?
"So I heard it's your birthday today."
"Oh. Yeah. Yup. It's my birthday."
"Happy Birthday!"
"Oh- thanks. You really didn't need to give me a hug."
"Um, yes I did. It's what nice people do for their friends on a birthday, and I'm trying to be a nicer person."
"What?"
"Abed's giving me lessons."
"Really."
"Really. Troy stands there the entire time and laughs hysterically at me."
"Wow, Jeff. Soon you'll have left all of your old self behind."
"While you will stay the same."
"Even though I'm thirty?"
"Even though you're thirty. And you totally don't look it, by the way. You're still a bangable coed."
"...thanks again, Jeff."
"Don't mention it."
"Uh-huh. So what did you do on your thirtieth birthday?"
"You really wanna know?"
"Yep. I'm eagerly waiting."
"Okay, just promise not to laugh at me."
"I make no promises."
"Um. Okay. I went to a hair salon and bought 380 dollars worth of hair care products and then went to a skincare consultant."
"Ahahahahaha."
"And then I got drunk and slept with a twenty-two year old."
"Ha, well, I'm not going to repeat your mistakes."
"You'd better not, Britta. You're too good for all those randy twenty-two year old boys out there."
"Thanks, I think. Again."
"So. Birthday dinner?"
"What?"
"Let me take you out to dinner tonight. We can go somewhere with overpriced food and wine and I'll pay."
"That's sweet, Jeff."
"So you'll come?"
"I'll come."
"Happy birthday, Britta."
title: britta turns thirty
words: 245
rating: pg?
"So I heard it's your birthday today."
"Oh. Yeah. Yup. It's my birthday."
"Happy Birthday!"
"Oh- thanks. You really didn't need to give me a hug."
"Um, yes I did. It's what nice people do for their friends on a birthday, and I'm trying to be a nicer person."
"What?"
"Abed's giving me lessons."
"Really."
"Really. Troy stands there the entire time and laughs hysterically at me."
"Wow, Jeff. Soon you'll have left all of your old self behind."
"While you will stay the same."
"Even though I'm thirty?"
"Even though you're thirty. And you totally don't look it, by the way. You're still a bangable coed."
"...thanks again, Jeff."
"Don't mention it."
"Uh-huh. So what did you do on your thirtieth birthday?"
"You really wanna know?"
"Yep. I'm eagerly waiting."
"Okay, just promise not to laugh at me."
"I make no promises."
"Um. Okay. I went to a hair salon and bought 380 dollars worth of hair care products and then went to a skincare consultant."
"Ahahahahaha."
"And then I got drunk and slept with a twenty-two year old."
"Ha, well, I'm not going to repeat your mistakes."
"You'd better not, Britta. You're too good for all those randy twenty-two year old boys out there."
"Thanks, I think. Again."
"So. Birthday dinner?"
"What?"
"Let me take you out to dinner tonight. We can go somewhere with overpriced food and wine and I'll pay."
"That's sweet, Jeff."
"So you'll come?"
"I'll come."
"Happy birthday, Britta."