A/N: Thank you for the reviews! To the anon who mentioned that s/he didn't think that Abed would be that cutthroat, I'm not sure what you mean. If you could be kind enough to let me know where he is being cutthroat I can give it a look over. Thank you!

Chapter 2: Annie Organa

Twenty minutes later found Abed with a makeshift kitchen towel blindfold practicing easy swings with his Star Wars Force FX Lightsaber Luke Skywalker Blue Blade version in the living room. Troy was watching with barely contained envy from the reclining chair. The Han Solo gun he was holding was cool, but a lightsaber was infinitely cooler.

"Rock-scissors-paper you to trade costumes again?" Troy offered.

Abed, currently one with the force, made one controlled upswing as he replied, "Can't do, Han. Rock-scissors-paper was a one-time sealed deal." He finished with a downswing.

He was right of course. Troy made those rules.

"Can I at least hold it?"

Abed stopped training and stood up from his down-swing position He dropped his other hand that was holding the lightsaber down to his side and with it, his Luke Skywalker pretense. "Sure." He replied with a small shrug.

Troy fist pumped. Abed undid the kitchen towel wrapped over his eyes with his free hand, his back facing the door to Annie's room. He was about to pass off the lightsaber to Troy when her door opened.

Annie stepped out coolly. "Put that thing away, you're gonna get us all killed!"

"Actually, Annie," Abed started, inadvertently pulling the lightsaber away from his excited roommate and making Troy squirm in unbridled, albeit silent, frustration. Troy meant to shoot a look of loathing in Annie's direction but his jaw went slack the instant he set eyes on her. Abed gave the lightsaber a gentle turn of his fingers as he assessed it aloud, turning himself around as he did so, "it's only a LucasFilm official replica from ThinkGeek featuring four motion sensor controlled sound effects from the movie, power-up, idle hum, power-down, removal blade, and accurate ligh—" he looked up and saw Annie for the first time, "—ting."

They stared.

Annie was dressed— or undressed— fully in the Leia Organa slave girl bikini, her hair in the appropriate updo, including the braid extension Abed slipped under her door a minute after she slammed it shut. Both of her roommates were aware that she was gifted in the chest area, but they never quite noticed she had curves on the bottom to balance them out— probably because they mostly saw her waist up. She was hot. Temptress hot. Movie-star-actress-should-not-be-in-our-apartment hot. And she did something with her face that made her eyes look dark and sultry and… alluring.

10 seconds passed.

30.

The cool Leia smile melted off her face and Annie was there again, a cute tentative smile gracing her lips as she fidgeted with her hands and explained, "It's a line from the first Star Wars movie. Well, not the first one now, but you know, the first one they ever made. Leia says it." She smiled with the appropriate amount of bashfulness to offset her pride of remembering the line in the first place. She practiced it a few times in the mirror just to make sure it would be Troy and Abed approved. A couple more seconds passed with no reaction and the silence was disconcerting. Her shoulder raised just a tad to indicate a question, "Too much?"

A beat of pause.

"Well, I mean, you guys are probably wondering what's with the change of heart," she rolled her eyes again, smiling to herself, and throwing up her hands a little, "But then I noticed both of you worked really hard on this outfit, and even though I don't agree with the way you should have asked me, I am all for supporting the best roommates a girl can ask for." By this point it was clear there must have been something wrong with her because they had been staring at her for such a long time Annie started feeling self-conscious. She looked down at herself, "Did I put it on backwards or something?"

"Apology accepted. Troy," Abed began, not looking away from Annie, "Give me your jacket."

Troy slowly turned his face away from Annie and toward Abed to imply he was listening, though his eyes still glued on her cleavage, "Hm?"

"Give me your jacket." Abed repeated evenly.

Troy's eyes finally left his female roommate to focus on Abed. "But you said you wanted to try something diff— "

"You get a lightsaber."

"Deal."

They did another Troy-and-Abed handshake and it was only then that Abed looked away from Annie to start disrobing and effectively trade costumes with his best friend. It seemed like they finally regained their senses.

"Did I do something wrong?" Annie asked, taking a hesitant step forward as the boys traded articles of clothing.

"No, Annie," Troy said with a reassuring smile, "Trust me," he rose his eyebrows at her breasts, "You did everything right."

Annie gasped in offense, crossing her arms over her chest though it only increased the exposure of skin.

"God bless America." Troy's grin widened.

"Troy!" she said in exasperation.

"You did something different with your eyes."Abed interrupted, as if mentioning a simple observation.

Annie dropped her arms and giggled a little, pleased that Abed of all people would notice her makeup. "It was just a little bit of dabbling for a sultry look. You know."

Abed shook his head, clipping the gun holster belt properly around his hips. "No. It wasn't that. You don't need makeup to make you look sultry." Abed said matter-of-factly, overlooking Annie's bashful, flattered smile. "It's something else. I think it was your confidence." He stopped adjusting his holster, as if some kind of epiphany came to him. "Ah. That was it. You're hotter when you're confident." He made his hand into a gun shape and shot it at her with a subdued "pew" sound.

"Oh." Annie looked shyly down at the ground, unsure what to do with the uncalled for compliment. "Abed…"

"Easy, Annie. I was complimenting your Leia."

"Oh." Annie said, caught off guard too quickly to cover up how flustered she suddenly felt. She pushed a stray hair from her face and behind her ear. "I knew that."

Abed cocked his head a little in confusion, but before he could pursue the meaning behind her reaction Troy interrupted them.

"We ready to go?" Troy had finished buckling his own belt around the Skywalker tunic and already had the apartment door propped open with his foot.

"Yep!" Abed replied easily. "One second." He put the Han Solo vest on coolly and instantly his face changed. He looked at Annie with a lop-sided smile, giving her a deliberate once over before gesturing to the door. "Your Worship."

Annie crossed her arms again. "Han." She huffed back. She trudged out of the apartment, unsure of why she was suddenly so annoyed with Abed.