'Serious' Argument
Title: 'Serious' Argument
Author: Perry
E-mail: icemulder@hotmail.com
Characters: Devon and Oz
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: They don't let me own anything. Although technically I own the briefly mentioned Mike and Steve. My version of Devon is my own (check the writing Devon MacLeish. He is everyone's in spirit, Joss's in all actuality.)
Summary: Oz and Devon just can't keep a real fight going.
Author's Notes: Dialogue between Oz and Devon for the most part. Italics are Devon's thoughts and the indented part is a wee bit of action. If you still don't understand, I pity you. Steve and Mike are two band members I totally made up.

 
"Where the fuck were you? You totally ditched practice!"

"Devon, I am so sorry."

"Shut the fuck up man, I don't want to hear it."

"Unexpected slaying, Buffy kept me at the library with the others."

Right, the slayer and her stupid friends.

"Why do you have to hang out with them?"

"I take it you don't like them."

"No shit."

"They don't like you much either, at least Buffy and Willow and Cordelia don't."

"So why don't you make one of us happy and ditch the other? Or others, hint hint."

"Dude.."

"I know, you don't want to leave red. Fine. But stop missing practice, we couldn't play!"

"Why not?"

"Every damn song needs you! Every damn song needs the guitar in it. Didn't realize it till today but it's true, which sucks. You don't come to practice, we can't practice."

"You could always play the song without the guitar. Or practice individual-"

"Don't fucking tell me how to run my band!"

Shit.

"What?"

"I didn't, I mean, I didn't mean, but, no! No, that isn't the issue right now!"

"I think it is Dev."

"My band, your band, our band, what's the diff?"

"The difference is that you see the Dingoes as YOUR band. I'm not the co-owner or creator, I'm just YOUR guitar player. I'm just another band member, totally expendable. If Steve or Mike missed as many practices as I have you'd kick 'em out."

"Meaning you aren't just my guitar player, because I haven't kicked you out yet."

Shit.

"Yet? Well thanks, I guess you were waiting until our friendship is completely wrecked before you threw me out of OUR band?"

"No, I didn't, Oz, stop. Don't go, I'm really sorry. I keep saying things wrong."

"Dev, I think you're saying them just right."

"Oz, stop being such a moody bitch, GOD"

"What are these hand movements? Are you miming your anger at me? Don't mime at me!"

        Devon and Oz looked at each other for a good 4 seconds before breaking down entirely. They slumped onto the edge of the stage, feet dangling above the messy Bronze floor, laughing their asses off.

"I'm sorry for missing practice man."

"I'm sorry for miming Oz. No one deserves mime."

"Dev, have we ever had an argument that didn't end with inappropriate mime?"

"Not that I can remember."

"Wanna get Mike and Steve to haul their asses back over here for practice?"

"Hell yeah."


~End~


Mimes are scary.