Club member
Title: Club Member
Pairing: Jeff/Annie
Rating:PG
Warnings:None
Spoilers: No-except up to possibly Cooperative Calligraphy
Disclaimers: Not owned by me. Dan harmon owns it all
"Why won't people join my opera club? I swear it will be so elegant and I will only play the popular bits that play in commercials." Annie flounced over to the table and dramatically laid her bare signout sheet on the table." There will even be cheese."
Jeff rolled his eyes at the latest outburst and bit his cheek to stop from smiling at Annie, who was currently looking like green had puked all over. He was sure that britta right beside him would say he was mysogynistic but he loved when Annie color coordinated her clothes. She always looked like a mini stepford wife and he had the urge to mess and ruffle up her outfit. Just a tiny bit. Maybe in a cupboard...Ohh, that thought had got away from him.
Annie noticed him looking at her and she blushed.
And that blush was always a plus.
Yes, he really was a bastard.
Abed, the great all seeing narrator of a motion picture in his mind noticed and then as an all powerful god attempted to shape narrative (slyly) then said, "Annie, why don't you leave some forms here, if anyone wants to sign up."
Annie perked up. "Sure." She got up to leave but not before discreetly taking a chocolate that Abed handed her (and blushing again trying not to catch anyone's eye.) Britta frowned and bent over her old favorite "No logo".
Jeff eyed the forms apprehensively. Abed stared at the potential romantic leading character with a serious case of doubt as to whether or not winning the girl was worth listening to people screaming at earsplitting volumes was worth the trouble.
He shrugged and took up the pen. Annie was worth hearing loss.
Abed gave a flicker of a smile as he could see the plot moving on in that storyline now. Finally. He hated couples that kept having UST yet would never get away in any meaningful way until the main storyline was finished. Surely there was storylines afterwards (and he hoped to see what those were.)
Jeff, all cool guy poseur, rose from the table and sailed out of the room, with a smile threatening his whole face.
Abed signed the form with a flourish and also headed to class as Britta looked on suspiciously. He wanted to see this storyline through.
He wondered if popcorn complemented cheese well.