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PERSONAL INCOME TAX 101, by falseeeyelashes (pg)
Fandom Category: Community
Pairing: Britta Perry/Jeff Winger
Fic Title: PERSONAL INCOME TAX 101
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
falseeeyelashes
Link: http://falseeeyelashes.livejournal.com/299198.html
Rating/Warning(s): PG
Genre: Humor, romance
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: INSTA-REC. Summary: uncle sam wants YOU; the methods of evasion are strictly limited: also known as, the one where jeff and britta get married to save themselves from the law. Oh, god, this fic is wonderful and brilliant and so in-character and cracky just like the show. Only on Community, would I actually buy getting-married-to-avoid-tax-evasion-problems as a potential legit possibility. Jeff and Britta, they're both total opposites, but it always amazes me how they're sorta the same too. The author captures that perfectly. There are so many great Britta lines here, and she's a tough girl to POV from, because her rambling narration is hard to duplicate, but the author does it wonderfully.
Jeff leans in, his voice dropped low. “Here’s the deal - and you will let me finish what I have to say before you start interrupting me, all indignant and faux-feminist, okay? Just nod. Don’t say anything.” Britta frowns, but she nods. Sort of. Jeff takes a deep breath. “Let’s call you Bonnie and let’s call me Clyde - you with me? But instead of robbing banks, you and I have the unique criminal similarity in that we have both kinda sorta definitely cheated the federal tax system and as a result we’ve got the law breathing heavy down our necks. Now. We can either be shot up on the side of the road and let Abed ensure we go down in cinematic history, or we can do something about our situation and remain within the confines of the law and continue our continuing education in the hallowed halls of Greendale Community College.”
“You must have made a killing as a lawyer dude, man,” she says, a look of utter cynicism warping her face. Jeff points a finger at her.
“You’re supposed to be quiet and listening and rapt with excitement. I’m asking you to marry me here.”
Her eyebrows raise and her mouth falls open and the expression on her face is a new one for Jeff. It looks a little like she wants to vomit and more so like she wants to start crying, but not in the good way, and more than that, she looks furious and a little like something else, like the victim of a sneak chivalry attack (he’s pretty sure this is rather chivalrous of him, despite the fact he would make out equally if not more advantageous here).
On Britta’s end, this sort of feels like that god awful Anthropology class all over again, some absurd challenge she can’t back down from if she intends on saving face (or saving her ass from jail or the People’s Court or however it is you get prosecuted for tax evasion, and oh my god, Jeff would have to be her attorney, because, like, how many attorneys could she possible know? The answer is one, and he’s not even technically a lawyer anymore, but she’d have to ask him to take her on pro bono, and she can see it already, the way that one eyebrow of his would quirk up and some truly terrible Penthouse montage would be playing in his head, and he’d say, more like pro boner, and is this really what her life choices have come down to? like, really? marry Jeff Winger or employ him as her attorney? or - gasp, shudder, try not to vomit - both?!).
“Wow. Dude. You need to pump the brakes and slow your roll and hit rewind and then pause, and then maybe slo-mo because I just - no - what? No, just, whaaaat are you talking about.”
Jeff is taking comfort in the thought that the Greendale cafeteria has surely been witness to worst marriage proposals than this.
Pairing: Britta Perry/Jeff Winger
Fic Title: PERSONAL INCOME TAX 101
Author:
falseeeyelashesLink: http://falseeeyelashes.livejournal.com/299198.html
Rating/Warning(s): PG
Genre: Humor, romance
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: INSTA-REC. Summary: uncle sam wants YOU; the methods of evasion are strictly limited: also known as, the one where jeff and britta get married to save themselves from the law. Oh, god, this fic is wonderful and brilliant and so in-character and cracky just like the show. Only on Community, would I actually buy getting-married-to-avoid-tax-evasion-problems as a potential legit possibility. Jeff and Britta, they're both total opposites, but it always amazes me how they're sorta the same too. The author captures that perfectly. There are so many great Britta lines here, and she's a tough girl to POV from, because her rambling narration is hard to duplicate, but the author does it wonderfully.
Jeff leans in, his voice dropped low. “Here’s the deal - and you will let me finish what I have to say before you start interrupting me, all indignant and faux-feminist, okay? Just nod. Don’t say anything.” Britta frowns, but she nods. Sort of. Jeff takes a deep breath. “Let’s call you Bonnie and let’s call me Clyde - you with me? But instead of robbing banks, you and I have the unique criminal similarity in that we have both kinda sorta definitely cheated the federal tax system and as a result we’ve got the law breathing heavy down our necks. Now. We can either be shot up on the side of the road and let Abed ensure we go down in cinematic history, or we can do something about our situation and remain within the confines of the law and continue our continuing education in the hallowed halls of Greendale Community College.”
“You must have made a killing as a lawyer dude, man,” she says, a look of utter cynicism warping her face. Jeff points a finger at her.
“You’re supposed to be quiet and listening and rapt with excitement. I’m asking you to marry me here.”
Her eyebrows raise and her mouth falls open and the expression on her face is a new one for Jeff. It looks a little like she wants to vomit and more so like she wants to start crying, but not in the good way, and more than that, she looks furious and a little like something else, like the victim of a sneak chivalry attack (he’s pretty sure this is rather chivalrous of him, despite the fact he would make out equally if not more advantageous here).
On Britta’s end, this sort of feels like that god awful Anthropology class all over again, some absurd challenge she can’t back down from if she intends on saving face (or saving her ass from jail or the People’s Court or however it is you get prosecuted for tax evasion, and oh my god, Jeff would have to be her attorney, because, like, how many attorneys could she possible know? The answer is one, and he’s not even technically a lawyer anymore, but she’d have to ask him to take her on pro bono, and she can see it already, the way that one eyebrow of his would quirk up and some truly terrible Penthouse montage would be playing in his head, and he’d say, more like pro boner, and is this really what her life choices have come down to? like, really? marry Jeff Winger or employ him as her attorney? or - gasp, shudder, try not to vomit - both?!).
“Wow. Dude. You need to pump the brakes and slow your roll and hit rewind and then pause, and then maybe slo-mo because I just - no - what? No, just, whaaaat are you talking about.”
Jeff is taking comfort in the thought that the Greendale cafeteria has surely been witness to worst marriage proposals than this.