Jeff didn't actually have things to do, but it wasn't a lie if all parties involved knew that. He had bought a bagel in the cafeteria - laughing silently to himself all the while, remembering the good old days, when giving Britta crap wouldn't get Shirley on his case - and made his way out into the quad. Nothing interesting seemed to be happening except-.

Whoa. Hot redhead at 3'o clock. For a moment, he really didn't care about how angry Britta might get at him, or anybody else who approached her for that matter, if she found out that he had hit on chicks after he bailed on her out of fear. (The fact that they hadn't talked all summer was also not going to help much if he was going to have to placate her.)

He made a beeline in that direction for a solid few seconds before realizing that was just a really skinny guy with long hair.

Bad, bad, bad.

He tried to turn away, but the guy noticed him and it was too late.

"Can I help you?" Skinny ginger asked, looking pretty weirded out for an androgynous guy.

"Just wanted to tell you that your hair looks great."

The feminine man gave him a strange look and Jeff walked away, downtrodden for all of five seconds, until another - notably more 'a woman' - target appeared in the form of a cute brunette. She was laughing at him, but that was unimportant.

She had this strange flapper girl hairstyle going for her, which was somewhat interesting, even if she had boring black-brown eyes. When she was done laughing at him, he observed that her lips were naturally inclined to pout, and she wore moderately fashionable clothes from Target. She was a solid six. A seven on a good day. And she was carrying a guitar case. Easy, easy pickings. He bounced right back.

"I'm glad that I've managed to brighten your day." He smiled at the girl. "People do often say that I'm quite hilarious."

The girl laughed again. "Or pathetic."

"I don't get that so much. Nice guitar, you play? I've been looking for a teacher, I've always wanted to learn to play."

The girl gave him a look.

"Play guitar-?" She glanced at the case. "Oh, no. I'm a drummer."

"Coincidentally, I have also always wanted to learn to play the drums."

"Is that so? Hold on one moment." She smiled, and waved over at a man across the quad, who seemed quite confused as she put down the case and opened it. Everything went pretty normally until she removed an acoustic guitar from within and proceeded to smash it into the ground, until it was in tiny pieces, all the while the man running over towards them.

"What the hell are you-?" He yelled, but interrupted himself with a yelp of pain when the girl stepped on his foot, hard, smiling sweetly.

"I hope they're worth it."

And then she proceeded to walk away as if nothing happened. Jeff followed, befuddled. The man just knelt down on the ground and tried to pick up the pieces of his broken instrument.

Winger raised an eyebrow. "What was that about?"

"Oh, that was his guitar."

"And who was he?"

"Boyfriend."

"How loving of you."

"Ex-boyfriend."

"What did he do?"

"Most of a girlband except for the lesbian."

Jeff blinked and lagged behind for a moment.

"And you went out with him for how long?"

"A few months. He seemed different at first. He was professional, clean. A good manager."

"Manager?"

"He was our band manager. Pope Springs Eternal? Ever heard of us?"

His eyebrow was stuck like that apparently.

"I know, terrible name," she said. "But he was our band manager, and then we started going out."

"Because that's totally professional."

She laughed. "Yeah, well… I've never been a great judge of character. We started dating because I got drunk at a party, he started feeling me up on a couch and it escalated. Perhaps that should have been some sort of warning sign."

"Probably."

"We were a thing since… well, just now. Yesterday, I found out he was skimming funds and I called him to talk about it. I called his home phone and a girl who wasn't me answered."

"Well, that's-."

"I need a new manager."

"I-."

"Would you like to replace that despicable son of a bitch?"

"I don't know if-."

"I understand if you're too busy, I just know that you're sort of a cool guy around here. I've seen you. People really like you."

"I guess I could think about it."

"Oh, thank you! You're a saint!"

Jeff shrugged and smiled hesitantly, quite sure that this wasn't going to end so well. "Jeff Winger, by the way."

"Spencely." They shook hands.

"Interesting first name."

"Last name."

"You have a first name at all?"

"Not as far as you're concerned." She paused a moment then smiled wide. "See you around-. Oh! My number. Uh. Here."

Spencely removed a pen from her pocket and Jeff allowed her to write her number on his palm.

"I'll call you about it, then," Jeff said, awkwardly.

"Thanks again!"

He waved goodbye and she left in the direction of the language department.

"Wow."

"Are you sure there's rocky road in here?"

"Positive."

"Really?"

"Nope."

Troy rolled his eyes. "We're gonna be late."

"Never underestimate the value of a caper. If we want to keep our spot as the lovable duo, we're going to have to upstage Annie and Shirley's cop movie from last year."

"Sometimes I wish you grew up Amish, Abed. Movies and television have given you high standards."

Abed didn't comment, merely kept searching the freezer for the ice cream flavor that they had both decided they needed to find.

"Your thing with everything being like not-real-life is kind of annoying."

Abed mumbled something in response.

"Uh, I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I said 'your thing with being unsupportive is really annoying'."

Troy's jaw dropped.

"What did you say?"

"I said you're unsupportive."

"That's not something the Abed I know would say."

"Hidden character depths."

"You are not a character! Stop simplifying everything!"

"This is the point when I point out what a hypocrite you are for telling me to stop simplifying everything, when you ignore my hidden character-."

A loud SLAM echoed through the freezer, and Troy turned around to see that the door had closed. The two friends' eyes widened as they simultaneously began pushing on the door in an attempt to get it open.

"Now look what you've done, Abed! T-Bone cannot be kept on ice."

Abed just stared at him.