Based on light SPOILERS for a future episode of season 4, regarding two school dances.
Prompt: Annie as a moe-style anime character, subverted. Also, Leonard is there.
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Sadie Hawkins Dance
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[Insert Dramatic Camera Pan]
Pressing down her skirt with sweaty palms, Annie scoped out the cafeteria. Why isn't he here? she thought with a twitch in her cheek. Was it so much to ask that Jeff show up on time for once? She'd just resolved her own internal war over this whole escapade, the least he could do was make it a little easier.
"I'm wearing heels," Annie reminded herself as she scowled at the dance floor. Heels, hair, the whole banana split of dress up. He'd better show up, or she'd never forgive Abed for leading her into this.
"Your dress looks like a stick of butter," said the man beside her.
"Shut up Leonard," hissed Annie, sotto voce.
The old guy did the hoot-laugh thing he seemed believe people found charming, and pointed one rickety finger in her face. "You asked me here, toots. You wanna dance or you gonna stand around like a flat-footed Gidget?"
"Fine." Abed owed her so many bowls of pasta for this. She didn't even know what a gidget was, but definitely wouldn't mention that to Leonard. Annie made the mistake of asking about oldies stuff on the way to the dance, and he lied at least four times in his explanation.
Fifteen minutes later, and Annie was certain she'd have been better off asking the Dean on a date. At least the Dean wouldn't spend his time staring at her bust line. Digging her toes into the floor, she looked away from Leonard in his hideous green tuxedo and saw a welcome sight walk near the entry.
"Jeff!" The sun had risen, and her hero was here! Okay, well, her friend was here. But she'd call him a hero if he would just get the hell over here and save her from Von Lothbart . Wincing, Annie dragged her fingers out of Leonard's pincer grip and spun to face the six-foot-four man in the chic, steel gray suit. She trotted forward to bounce in front of him. Her lemon yellow dress fluttered around her knees, and the scarf at her neck wafted in the breeze from the fans spaced around the auditorium. She'd been going for classy Belle/Barbie, a look she thought she could pull off, and was conservatively calling it a win when Jeff's eyes zipped up and down at the sight of her.
"Hi Annie. Nice scarf." Despite her better instincts, Annie swooned. She didn't want to, she was supposed to be passed the swooning stage! They'd practiced in the Dreamatorium twice before it was dismantled. But not-swooning with Abed was considerably easier, especially since he didn't wear suits.
Jeff leaned forward, and Annie drew her breath in. Would they...?
He frowned. "Are you okay? Your ankle is twisting and your pupils are huge." He noticed Leonard coming up, and the frown became a scowl.
The geriatric hipster smacked his gums together. "You creepin' on my girl?"
Annie rolled her eyes. "Leonard, can I have a minute? I'll join you at the snack table." He harrumphed, and waved her off. Annie smiled back at Jeff again. She tried to keep the swoon out of her next sentence, but it was hard. Jeff was wearing suspenders under his suit, and had done something old-fashioned with his tie.
"You came."
"Yeah. Um, have you seen Britta?"
POP! Annie's balloon deflated, and she put one hand on her waist. With the other, she pointed weakly across the cafeteria. Jeff looked in that direction, then with a flirtation nod-and-grin combination that passed for a Classic Winger exit, he walked off.
Annie folded her arms to watch. From the distance, she couldn't hear her friends over the music. It was like a puppet show, she just had to be Abed and pretend the voices.
Jeff: Britta! I'm so glad you're here. I need to stand beside you so our mutual good looks improve the hotness of the surrounding ten foot area. BY OUR POWERS COMBINED... have a drink!
Britta: Jeff, you are a pig who wears too many suits. I'm busy dancing with Troy, who is a much younger man than yourself, and have graduated above your petty charades.
Jeff: I'm smiling because you still want to bang me, not that I'd notice because since coming to Greendale I've become immune to women who want me, even if they dress up and twist their foot shyly and stare adoringly into my eyes.
Troy: Hey man, you look good and I want to grow up to be just like you, except nicer, and with a sidekick. It's totally okay for you to ogle my girlfriend while I stand here and get ignored, because I'm not supposed to develop character this season.
Britta: You didn't come to my other dance, Jeff you jerk! You have once again failed to lend your support to the feminist movement. Luckily Troy saved me with his plumbing power. Innuendo achieved.
Jeff: A lack of support what I'm known for. Wait, I have to go, I just remembered I'm too cool to talk to my friends or save them from having to escort Grumpy Old Men to unnecessary dances.
The group split again, with Jeff heading off to somewhere in the back while Troy bowed elegantly over Britta's hand. She tittered as if he were the first guy to do so, and they swanned off into the dance floor. Annie had no idea where Shirley and Pierce were.
"It's easier to just write the script for them, isn't it?"
Annie glanced at Abed, now standing to her right with a lemonade in hand. She kept her arms folded. "I don't understand what your game plan was supposed to achieve, Abed. I look like a stick of butter and Jeff thought I was on drugs."
Abed nodded. "I saw. I should have known you can't force googly-eyes. We'll do better next time."
"And why was it so important that I bring Leonard?" Annie hissed the next words to convey her distress: "He kept trying to pet my arm hair."
"This is easier with Troy," said Abed, then sucked some of his lemonade through the straw.
Annie stomped one heel on the cafeteria floor. It wasn't very loud, though. And it made her feet hurt even more. "Well I'm not Troy. So help me! You're the one who said Jeff was ready for something and all I had to do was show up."
"I can fix this," said Abed. He held up two fingers, and closed his eyes. Annie waited.
And kept waiting.
Okay, this was getting ridiculous. "Abed!"
"I'm thinking... okay, got it. Stay here."
"What's the plan?" Annie tried to ask, but her skinny friend had contrived to vanish behind a person in a Dalmatian suit. The Dalmatian reached out and casually offered its hand.
"Um... thank you, but no," said Annie with a desperately polite smile. "I came with someone."
It gave her a double thumbs up. Annie shuddered and idly considered taking off her heels. Where was...
"Leonard!"
