Oh hey, sorry it's been million years since I last updated. Busy college life. Anyway, I'm back! Thanks for all those who reviewed and favorite this story. I'm so happy that you guys enjoy it so much. Also I re-read that last chapter recently and noticed some typos— like messing up Jamie's last name!— and it makes me feel so stupid! UGH!

Anyway, enjoy this next chapter! (And I know I've already disclosed some exclusive information to some readers, but whatever. Bear with me; it's what you've been waiting for.)

Also I learned way too much about Scotch for this chapter.

Chapter 3: Romantic Reference

The bouncer didn't card Jamie when she got to L Street. Not that she had a proper form of identification, aside from her Greendale student ID.

She noticed Jeff sitting at a booth by himself, drinking a twelve-year-old Macallan neat. He smiled as she made her way toward him.

"Hey there," Jeff started and waved for a server. "I knew you'd find me better company—"

"No, I don't want anything to drink," Jamie said to Jeff.

He paused. "Okay," he said after a moment. "So. . . how is life in Scotland? I've never actually been there, but I—"

"What is wrong with them?" Jamie interrupted. "All of your friends?"

Jeff was simply silent.

"I mean, after we watch a couple episodes of Inspector Spacetime, I'm kicked out of the apartment because I 'broke Abed'? That can't be my fault," she said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm not exactly an expert on Abed's television, but I do know you shouldn't mess with it," Jeff advised. "Two years ago Abed disproved a teacher's theory about Who's the Boss because Abed thought he was right."

"Who's the Boss?" Jamie didn't know what Jeff was referencing to.

"Never mind. Uh, the point is," Jeff said, "whatever it was about probably just offended Abed, I guess."

"Hm, I've never known anyone who got offended by flirting," Jamie said.

"Neither have I," Jeff agreed. "Wait, what?"

"Well, not exactly flirting, more like insinuating," she said.

"What did you say?" Jeff asked.

"Well, we're were playing Inspector Spacetime in his green room, and he was the Inspector—"

"Naturally," Jeff said.

"—And I said I wanted to be Brooke Rhapsody because I really like her. And I was explaining to Troy and Annie that she has cool abilities and how she is romantically linked to the Inspector—"

"Realize that I understand almost nothing you're talking about," Jeff said.

"—And that put Abed off for some reason," Jamie finally finished. "Anyway, Annie said to stay away for a few hours." She put one arm on the table while she rested her head on her other.

"So, wait, you implied you wanted a relationship with Abed?" Jeff asked. Jamie nodded.

Jeff leaned back against the slightly battered booth. He found it nearly impossible to hit on her now that he knew her romantic intentions towards Abed. "No one can flirt with Abed. He can only relate to people through television and movies. If you had been making googly eyes at him, he didn't get it until you made a pop culture reference."

"Is that really it? He just doesn't understand me?" Jamie said slumping.

"I don't understand you," Jeff glanced at her. How could she like Abed over him? Jeff was attractive and suave and cool. But she always saw right through him. Was it simply that Abed's aloofness reminded women of their fathers? Abed was just weird. On his birthday, he had lied about being on the set of Cougar Town. And Abed had cast Jeff as his father in a short film for his father.

"But then, I don't understand Abed sometimes either," Jeff said. "And I've known him for four years."

Jeff looked at her, then at his half empty cup of scotch. He pushed the glass toward her. Jamie took the cup and drank, putting her head all the way back. It was completely empty when she placed it back on the table.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the night?" Jeff asked.

"Hmm, I don't know," she said. "I guess I could always go back to Uncle Ian's for the night if Annie doesn't call me."

"Well, you could always hang out with me," Jeff said, his ego returning. His phone buzzed on the table.

Jamie smirked. "Now how exactly do you plan on going anywhere? Is this your first Macallan?"

"Definitely wasn't your first Macallan ever," he retorted. "Seriously, need a ride?"

"Aw, look at you, all concerned about me," she teased. "I will be fine. And I told you. You're not getting my end away that easily."

"Right, what does that mean?" he said. His phone buzzed again. They both glanced at it, before Jamie grabbed it. After clicking to see who it was, she chuckled and smiled slowly.

"Like I said, I'll be fine. I'll manage Apartment 303," she said, handing over the Blackberry. "Thanks for your advice. Now here's some for you: you should answer those text messages."

Jeff looked at his screen and said, "Crap."

Jamie got up from the booth as Jeff said, "You owe me half a drink."

"Goodbye, Jeff Winger."