The party was interrupted when Eric's dean burst down the door. Apparently there Pennbrook had a policy against throwing parties; although the dean didn't seem to realize that Jack wasn't actually a student at Pennbrook. Instinctively, Shawn led Angela out to the balcony and up the fire escape to the roof. The late-September air was just warm enough to be comfortable. They could vaguely make out Jack chewing out the dean for trespassing in a private apartment.

"So, I guess now you'll have a great worst first date story."

"Don't worry, Libby set me up with that football player, Gary last week."

"Ah, yes, I remember Gary."

"Wait, Gary went out with a guy?"

"He didn't realize it. If he gets a second date, ask him if he remembers Veronica Wasboiski."

Angela laughed, unwittingly causing Shawn's heart to skip a beat. "You'll have to tell me the story sometime."

"It involves Cory."

"Another film class project?"

"This time it was in the school paper. He had a humor column, and it turns out his sense of humor doesn't translate to print, and Feeny happened to be teaching Black Like Me, so…"

"So if Cory had the humor column, how come you ended up…"

"Cory was our waitress."

"I kind of want to see that edition of the paper now."

"I'm afraid Feeny had it taken out of the back catalogue."

"So who was your last date?"

"Let's see, the last date was Wendy the theater major."

"You dated a college girl?"

"Until she found out how old I was. Before her was Sherri."

"What happened to Sherri?"

"I left that cult."

"You know, I never actually overheard the story about the cult."

"There isn't much to tell. They were nice without expecting anything in return or prying into my personal life, and I thought I needed that. Cory and his parents rescued me, I found Jesus for about six weeks, and then gave that up when I read up on involuntary motor tremors. That's about when I moved in with Jack." Shawn didn't feel it necessary to explain the circumstances of the move just yet.

"I knew Cory must be good for something."

"He's good for a lot of things." Shawn drained his beer. "What time do you need to be home?"

"No special time."

"You sure your parents won't get mad?"

"I live with my sister, she's pretty cool."

"You owe me an invitation to her next fraternity party."

"You're out of luck, it's a women's college."

It had gotten a little colder, and Angela found herself huddled up next to Shawn. He took off his jacket and gave it to her.

"I get to wear the famous leather jacket."

"You've heard of it."

"Libby Nelson."

"Of course."

"What did you do to her?"

"I let her seduce me."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"I think she was expecting more of a long-term relationship."

"Hey," Jack called up from the balcony, "You kids can come down now."

"How much of that conversation did you overhear?" Shawn asked as he clambered down the fire escape.

"Relax, I yelled out as soon as I got on the balcony." Jack turned to Angela. "You've gotta be careful around here."

"Believe me, I know."