They’re all out at the Ballroom, and Annie’s slipped back into Caroline Decker. She hadn't meant to, honest, but she’d recognized the bartender and figured she should be ready, just in case the bartender recognized her. Which she did. And okay, maybe that wasn't until after Annie had started using the accent and mentioned that it had been a while since she’d been in town, but still
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Foregoing charades, she texts back. this guy won’t leave me alone- help!! Said guy chooses then to place a hand on hers, which Annie quickly snatches back and places on her drink that she really isn't drinking. “Caroline?” The voice comes from directly behind her, all southern charm and surprise. Abed has adopted a jaunty slouch and a toothpick and she‘s fairly certain he’s playing one of the Dukes of Hazzard. “Well, if it isn't Caroline Decker. As I live and breathe!” “Jake, is that you?” Annie hopes he doesn't mind that she went for the guy in Sweet Home Alabama because for the life of her she cannot remember any Duke’s first name except Daisy, which isn't a lot of help right now. She hops off the bar stool to throw her arms around him. “I hardly recognized you without that ol' coondog a yours
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Which she did. And okay, maybe that wasn't until after Annie had started using the accent and mentioned that it had been a while since she’d been in town, but still.
in love with this so so much. also the entire fic kicks aaaasss <3333
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They’re all out at the Ballroom, and Annie’s slipped back into Caroline Decker. She hadn't meant to, honest, but she’d recognized the bartender and figured she should be ready, just in case the bartender recognized her. Which she did. And okay, maybe that wasn't until after Annie had started using the accent and mentioned that it had been a while since she’d been in town, but still ( ... )
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Foregoing charades, she texts back.
this guy won’t leave me alone- help!!
Said guy chooses then to place a hand on hers, which Annie quickly snatches back and places on her drink that she really isn't drinking.
“Caroline?” The voice comes from directly behind her, all southern charm and surprise. Abed has adopted a jaunty slouch and a toothpick and she‘s fairly certain he’s playing one of the Dukes of Hazzard. “Well, if it isn't Caroline Decker. As I live and breathe!”
“Jake, is that you?” Annie hopes he doesn't mind that she went for the guy in Sweet Home Alabama because for the life of her she cannot remember any Duke’s first name except Daisy, which isn't a lot of help right now. She hops off the bar stool to throw her arms around him. “I hardly recognized you without that ol' coondog a yours ( ... )
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in love with this so so much. also the entire fic kicks aaaasss <3333
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