Hey! A drabble...
Sep. 18th, 2005 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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open_on_sunday. Go, me.
Title: Just Another Day at Hell, Incorporated
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: G
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:open_on_sunday's "Office Supplies" challenge.
Notes: Eh, it was funnier in my head. Oh well.
Angel walked into his office, ready to start another day. A sticky note in the middle of his desk read: "Team Meeting, 9:30." Wes had some ancient document he needed help translating; Gunn had a client he was antsy about. Lorne wanted to talk to him about a movie script some Hollywood guy wanted to pitch for a failed TV series (Joss? Joss who?). And Fred wanted some uber-complicated piece of mystical scientific equipment, which Angel didn't even want to try to comprehend.
He grabbed a pen, started making notes--and noticed that the ink was lavender and sparkly.
"Spike!"
open_on_sunday. Go, me.Title: Just Another Day at Hell, Incorporated
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: G
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:
open_on_sunday's "Office Supplies" challenge.Notes: Eh, it was funnier in my head. Oh well.
Angel walked into his office, ready to start another day. A sticky note in the middle of his desk read: "Team Meeting, 9:30." Wes had some ancient document he needed help translating; Gunn had a client he was antsy about. Lorne wanted to talk to him about a movie script some Hollywood guy wanted to pitch for a failed TV series (Joss? Joss who?). And Fred wanted some uber-complicated piece of mystical scientific equipment, which Angel didn't even want to try to comprehend.
He grabbed a pen, started making notes--and noticed that the ink was lavender and sparkly.
"Spike!"
