Despite being one herself Britta Perry didn't really get women. Ok, so she got the basics, but there were some things which would always be a mystery to her. Top of that list was going to the bathroom together, because while it provided a moment away from men if there was one place she didn't want to talk it was there. Hell, she'd rather avoid even making ey...
"And, students, that is why," Duncan slurred, "Why Women Leave redefined the field of evolutionary psychology." From the middle row, Britta Perry rolled her eyes as hard as she could, fuming silently. Duncan had shown signs of having fallen off the wagon for a while now, but it was indisputable at this point. And he was wasting her god damn fucking time wi...
Authors note: This is a story based on Community. It takes place just after Episode 15 of Series 2 and contains spoilers. Both the actresses and the characters in the story are over 18. * Britta Perry was the worst. She was the absolute worst. She had heard that before from people who didn't know what they were talking about, people who would not be nam...
(This story takes place late in the 1st season of the television series Community and includes the characters of Britta Perry and Annie Edison.) * Britta Perry rushed into Greendale's library, stepping from the darkening campus into the warmth and safety of the building she so often frequented. It was almost midnight and the place was deserted. The dyed b...
Annie Edison always had something to prove; whether she was running the Model U.N or cleaning mold from a corridor, the brunette never let a task she set her mind to beat her. And so, whilst daubing paint on the large paper banner laid out before her, Annie attempted to ignore yet another issue. Setting up a community college fair was a big job, so Annie h...
The rest of the group was too tired after an evening wasted building a stupid, pointless diorama for Professor Duncan's Anthropology class to notice that Annie and Britta headed out of the library in the same direction. That in and in itself wasn't that unusual; only Abed, if he'd thought to think of it, would have found it suspicious that two women who live...
Britta Perry reached into her bag and slid her hand over her Taser as subtly as she could. Which probably wasn't very subtle at all, but nobody seemed to pay any attention to her so it probably didn't even matter. It was just comforting is all, considering she was a at least mildly attractive woman travelling alone at night through a dimly lit part of town w...
Annie Edison was impatient, glancing at the door instead of the Futurza forms scattered all over her coffee table; Zanophrax could wait. Selling pills had never exactly been an intentional career choice anyway, not that she had intended for a lot of things; hence the meeting she was waiting so impatiently for. Seeing the group together again would be nice. S...
(This story takes place during the 3rd season of the television series Community and includes the characters of Britta Perry and Annie Edison.) * Annie Edison fled the psychology classroom, stepping through its doorway and out into Greendale's halls. The pretty brunette scurried along an empty corridor, carelessly gathered papers cascading loose from betw...
Annie looked around and sighed. Sure, her apartment wasn't much to look at, it was above a sex store and it was in a bad neighbourhood where she constantly got offers to buy drugs, but it was her home. Her first home which she had bought and paid for with her own money, and ok, she was only renting and according to all of her friends she got majorly ripped o...