title: naked pool matches are big at boarding schools
characters: jeff winger, annie edison, britta perry
setting: greendale community college student lounge (post-1x17 'physical education')
pairing(s): -
word count: 462
"So. Congrats on... whatever the hell that was."
Shaking her head, Britta departed from the scene quickly, leaving Jeff alone with his blanket-flag and a painfully fidgety Annie. And a student lounge packed with other people, but they weren't the ones he could make blush with a few colorful words.
"So, was that your first time seeing one?"
Bless her, she could even make gagging on a sip of pop adorable. Red-faced and indignant, Annie managed a squeaky, "No!" as she gripped her soda-can with a manic intensity.
"Oh, so you have seen other naked pool matches between gym teacher and student? Please, tell me more."
If it were even possible, her face just invented a whole new shade of red. "Jeff!" she whined, still refusing to look at him directly. "You know what I thought you meant!"
"Annie, despite of the constant remarks you and the rest of the group share about my brain to forehead size, I don't have the power to read minds," He leaned forward and successfully caught her eye. "So you'll have to tell me what I thought you meant."
Okay, so there were many risks teasing an eighteen year old (did she even have a damn birthday?) about that subject, but after all of the crap and exposure he'd gone through today, hadn't he sort of earned the right to poke fun at someone?
But Annie wasn't giving in. "If you keep being gross I'm going to leave," she warned, formidable face ready and raring to go. Jeff arched a brow and raised his hands in mock defeat. The flag slipped away from his shoulders and exposed more of his chest and arms. He decided to act nice and pretend he didn't notice Annie's gaze lingering, before falling back to the can in her lap.
"Alright, but can you at least admit you sneaked a peek?"
"Jeff! Stop being gross!"
"The red in your face tells me everything I need to know." Jeff smirked. "Better than a mannequin, right?" ...Okay, that was pretty gross of him.
Annie fell silent, her gaze never leaving her lap now. It was enough to make Jeff's conscience grow two sizes that day.
"Ah, Annie, look-"
"Keep making remarks like that and you're going to start sounding more like Pierce," she said suddenly, boldly lifting her head. Her cheeks were pink, and there was something that looked an awfully lot like a teasing glint to her eyes.
Jeff almost recoiled, as though she had slapped him. In a 'how dare you bring up that sort of topic after I just bared my naked ass for the whole lounge to see', she definitely had. Jeff knew he now had an even better reason to tune out any of Pierce's stories for the next two weeks.
"Way to destroy a good thing, Edison."
Annie smiled, looking rather proud of herself.