Frasier Crane
I don't own Cheers.
"I just really don't think it's fair," I complained. "The Blonde Witch is able to say 'I do,' and I'm stuck with two failed marriages." I swallowed a large drink of wine, wishing it was sherry.
Norm took another gulp of beer.
"I mean, I'm better than she is, right?" I paused and watched them laugh together again and then exchange a kiss. I sighed. "On some level; I knew they would always love each other. I just didn't thing they would ever admit it enough to marry. I suppose we should be grateful they're happy, huh?"
Norm finished his beer. "Would you get me another one, Frasier?"
I should have known he wasn't listening to me.
Lent starts tomorrow, and I try to limit my fanfiction during that period. So I'll be taking a break from writing these for a while.
But I do have more ideas for this series, and I know I'm going to need some fluff in Apirl. So look for more then.