Author: Tina Mayer


Title: Copacabana


Rating: PG


Characters: Angel and Wesley


Summery: Songfic


Disclaimer: Angel and Wesley don’t belong to me; they belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.  The song lyrics belong to Barry Manilow.  Entertainment only, so please don’t sue us poor people.







Angel is sitting by himself at the bar at this dark and desolate looking old dance hall. It was once very grand for it’s day, but for now it is empty and there are a dozen or so chairs on the tables and only about 3 people in there. Angel sits alone looking as broody as ever drinking some whisky. Wesley comes into this dank looking bar nervously and looks around in distain and almost loathing. Normally he wouldn’t be caught dead in a joint like this one. He sits beside Angel who quirks an eyebrow at him. Wesley orders a Gin and Tonic and looks around at the almost empty place. There were only three people in here before he entered. The barkeep, Angel, and a lonely old woman dressed ridiculously to the hilt with exceptionally long feathers in her hair. Angel follows his gaze towards the woman and that is where we start our scene to Copacabana by Barry Manilow


Angel: Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl


Thinks back on it fondly as Wesley listens

Angel: With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there.


As he indicates that with his hand and Wesley looks over to her and can clearly see that and Angel goes on as he turns his body and Wesley follows so that they are both looking at her and at the dance floor

Angel: She would meringue and do the cha-cha


Angel sighs and the Barkeep who is listening perks in with the rest

Barkeep: And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar across a crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4


The Barkeep says while cleaning the counter and Angel finishes it

Angel: They were young and they had each other, who could ask for more?


Wesley looks at them in order to get it right and he points his finger down trying to understand in a “Here? Here at the…”

Wesley: At the Copa…Copacabana?


The Barkeep nods and says

Barkeep: The hottest spot north of Havana


Again Wesley points down and is confused at how this place is a hot spot as he says again “Here?”

Wesley: At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana?

Angel nods and says


Angel: Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....

They fell in love…

Wesley is now more then intrigued at all of this and waits for them to finish the story and the barkeep says

Barkeep: His name was Rico, he wore a diamond, he was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' there, and when she finished, he called her over…


Angel finishes the story

Angel: But Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar, and then the punches flew...


The Barkeep finishes that

Barkeep: and chairs were smashed in two, there was blood and a single gun shot

Angel then asks himself….


Angel: But just who shot who?

*Again, Wesley is at a loss for words. How on earth did this dive….”here….”

Wesley: At the Copa...Copacabana?


The barkeep nods yes

Angel: The hottest spot north of Havana


*Again Wesley points  “Here….”

Wesley: At the Copa, Copacabana?

Angel again agrees


Angel: Music and passion were always the fashion at the Copa....


But sighs bitterly


Angel: She lost her love

Suddenly there is soft singing coming from the corner where Lola is sitting


Lola: Copa, Copacabana. Copa, Copacabana. Copacabana, ahh ahh ahh ahh

Looks at them and a tear slips down her cheek


Lola: Ahh ahh ahh ahh Copa, Copacabana. Music and passion...always the fash—shun…


She trails off and goes back to looking at nothingness and Angel finishes up the story softly


Angel: Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl but that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show…


The Barkeep finishes it

Barkeep: Now it's a disco, but not for Lola…Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair. She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind…


Angel finishes it

Angel: She lost her youth and she lost her Tony, now she's lost her mind!


He says as he takes in his last drink of Whiskey and finally Wesley understands as he says…

Wesley: At the Copa, Copacabana, the hottest spot north of Havana. Here…at the Copa, Copacabana. Music and passion were always the fashion, At the Copa…


Angel finishes it very sadly


Angel... Don’t fall in love

And the Barkeep shakes his head as he repeats it

Barkeep: Don’t fall in love


And Angel stands up and waits for Wesley to follow him and they leave. But before Wesley heads out the door he takes one last look around and says softly

Wesley: Copacabana


And Lola echoes him

Lola: Copacabana