When I get home I jump in the shower. I shave, double wash my body, and do a triple check on my shaving job since the lighting in the bathroom sucks. I get out, take my towel, and clear the fog off the mirror. I wrap the towel securely around me, tying it in a knot in the front. I blow dry my hair and decide to curl it, but not too much to the point that I look like I'm trying hard to look good for him. Then I apply my regular makeup plus dark eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow. I look back in the mirror and recall how long it has been since I've dressed up or done anything requiring makeup like this. Abed and Troy got back a little while ago and are getting the Dreamatorium ready for what they call 'The Most Epic Event to Occur in the History of the World Ever!'

I can't really hear anything over the noise they're making. I step out of the bathroom to head to my bedroom, but stop short when I feel a stare travel up my body. I turn around to find Jeff casually leaning against the breakfast bar as he takes a sip of beer.

"Jeff! What are you doing here already?!" I yell.

"What? It's 8:35! I remember saying 8:30, and you're clearly not ready." His gaze lowers again and slowly comes back up, "Abed let me in without saying anything, so…um sorry?" His eyes seem to keep flickering down at my legs. To be fair, none of my skirts or dresses I wear to school come up this high.

I suddenly remember why he's here. "I'm going to go get ready now. I'll try to hurry," I say without looking at him.

"I can help."

I look up and Jeff's wearing a flirty smirk. I just scoff at him and retreat to my room. I shut my door and lean back against it. I go to my dresser and grab matching underwear, black lace. I smile to myself at the thought of what could happen tonight. I drop my towel and slip on my underwear. I cross the room and slide open the closet doors. I flip through possible dresses, but halfway my door swings open.

"What the hell?!" I scream, and throw my arms across my chest and glare at the slack-jawed intruder. "Really, Jeff? What'd you expect when you come barging in like that?" Not embarrassed anymore, I place one hand on my hip while the other grabs something to cover me with. I pull a random dress out and put it in front of me. Jeff is still staring, but his jaw isn't on the floor anymore and has found a way to close the door during all this.

"I like it."

I smile and look down. Of course I had to grab the black, skin-tight, low cut dress Britta had forced me to get when we went shopping not too long ago.

"Well, it looks like we found the dress, so get changed and let's go," Jeff says and snaps his fingers. He sits at the end of my bed.

"Um, what are you doing? Can you leave so that I can, um, change?" I sputter out.

"Why? I've already seen you in your underwear, which, by the way, looked amazing," he winks and I blush.

I shrug and take the dress off its hanger. I step into it and lean down to pick it up, all the while I can feel I can feel Jeff watching. I shimmy the dress up, pull it over my chest, and then look for shoes that'll match. I bend over and search for black flats, but the ones I find don't really go well with the dress, so I resort to the black heels Britta gave me. I slide my feet into them and gain at least three inches, which doesn't hurt since Jeff is so tall. Jeff! I stand back up and turn around. His eyes dart up from where they clearly had been and it's his turn to blush, but then he takes in my full image.

Jeff stands up, "Alrighty, time to go." I walk over to him and he presses his hand to my lower back as he ushers me out of the room. "You look very beautiful, Annie."

When we get into the living room we are greeted with loud, obnoxious noises coming from the Dreamatorium. "Blimey, Inspector! Blorgons!" Jeff and I laugh. We stand awkwardly for a moment until Jeff finally opens the front door. He holds it open for me.

"Milady."

"Milord."

We get into his Lexus and he drives out of the dark parking lot.

"So, where are we going?" I ask.

"It's a surprise," Jeff answers cheerfully.

I reach to turn on the radio at the same time as Jeff. "Oh, sorry," we both say. I let him do it and he turns it on to a country station. It's some song I don't know about shaking it for some. It is actually kind of catchy and I find myself tapping lightly to the beat.

After some time, I grow impatient. "Jeff, seriously, where are we..." I trail off as he pulls up to a massive building. "What is this place?" I ask as I look up to try to find the top of the building.

"This is a nightclub, Annie. And, by the look on your face, you haven't been here before," he looks over at me and smiles encouragingly.

I try to give him a sincere smile, but, "I don't… really dance, Jeff."

"Oh c'mon, Annie. You want me to believe that the girl who breaks out in dance when she's happy doesn't dance? If you really can't dance I'll teach you," he waggles his eyebrows. He's been spending too much time with Abed.

Jeff gets out of the car, hurrying to my side and opens my door. I unbuckle and grab his extended hand, "Thank you." I look at the intimidating building and get a fluttering feeling in my stomach. "Jeff, I can't do this. Oh, God. Oh, God. I'm seeing spots," I say before beginning to lose my sense of balance, wobbling on my heels.

"Whoa! Annie, it's okay. It's okay. You'll be fine. It's not like all you do in there is dance. There are tables, bars, even a little restaurant part. I figured we'd sit at a table and order some appetizers to share. Sound like something you'd be interested in?"

I nod. "Yes. Let's do this," I say firmly. Once my balance is recovered, we walk towards the club. When the doors open, the loud pumping music floods out. The beat is vibrating through my body and my ear drums are being pushed to their limit.

"C'mon," Jeff shouts, which is barely audible over the noise. He takes my hand, guiding me through the gyrating bodies to a table that sits two. It's in a corner far from the main dance area and is somewhat secluded.

A waitress is quick to come over. "How may I help you guys?" she asks, mostly targeted at Jeff. I give her a dirty look that she doesn't even notice.

"I'll take a scotch, single malt, neat. And, we'll have the calamari to start with," he says focusing on the menu as he reads.

"Okie dokie!" Looking down at her note pad she asks me, "And, for you?"

"I'll have a vodka neat, four olives."

"Okay, I'll be right back with your drinks," she chirps.

"Vodka neat with four olives? Who are you? Britta?" he says laughing.

"What? She got me hooked," I admit. "By the way, this outfit was picked out by Britta, so you can thank her later," I add.

"I just might to," he responds while he quickly eyes my cleavage that is largely on display because of this stupid dress.

"Hey, eyes up here, buddy," I joke and let out a chuckle.

Jeff shrugs, "I was just enjoying the view."

The waitress sets Jeff's drink down, a salted napkin underneath, but doesn't bother to even place mine on a napkin. "Your food should be out in a second," she says before running off.

"How do you like the place?" Jeff asks as he leans back and sips his scotch.

"It's not bad, mostly because I haven't had to dance yet," I answer honestly.

The food comes and then it's gone in a matter of minutes. I sit back, stuffed, and sip at my drink.

"How are you still on your first drink?" Jeff asks in disbelief.

"Don't judge me," I quip and gulp down the remaining liquid from my glass. When the waitress comes back I order a long island iced tea. Jeff gives me a look. "What? Better than an appletini, right?"

"Anything is better than an appletini," he points out with a laugh. We finish that round of drinks and ask for the bill. I try to pay, but Jeff insists and takes it from my hands. The waitress leaves her number on the customer receipt, he doesn't glance at it more than once. "Join me at the bar, milady?" He holds his arm out and I loop mine in his.

"Sure thing, milord." I smile when I see Jeff toss the receipt in the trash can at the bar. We sit there for a bit just talking about nothing specific. "I love this song!" I squeal.

"Well, then let's dance," Jeff says enthusiastically. He grabs my hand, pulling me to the dance floor with him.

"Jeff!" This might be embarrassing.

Ignoring the fast pace music, Jeff brings me in close and we rock slowly. I lace my fingers behind his neck and his hands hold me at my waist. I rest my head on his chest as we sway.

"Wanna get out of here?" he asks into my ear.

I smile up at him, "Yeah, I do."

He takes my hand and weaves us through the crowd to the exit. Jeff keeps looking back at me, making sure I'm still there. Finally, we reach his car. He opens my door and helps me in since I just almost toppled over a second ago. I rip off my heels immediately when I settle in the passenger seat.

"My place?" Jeff asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Yeah, I've already have a slight headache and Troy and Abed in the Dreamatorium equals lots of noise, so I'd rather avoid that," I say while massaging my temples.

"I'm sorry you didn't have a good time," Jeff says quietly.

"Wait, what? I never said I had a bad time. I had so much fun tonight, Jeff, my head is just pounding. Thank you for everything." I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Jeff puts a hand lightly on my knee, "I'm really glad that you enjoyed yourself."

We arrive at his apartment complex and when I open the car door a gust of chilly wind rushes over me. I tuck my hands under my arms to try to heat up my fingers. Jeff must've seen me shivering because he wraps an arm me, his warmth surrounds me as I'm pulled into a side hug. We walk up to the glass double-door, Jeff slides his card with his free hand and opens it up. The trip up to his apartment is silent besides the sound of our breathing. He's still holding me as we get out of the elevator. Jeff unwraps his arm once we reach his door, taking all his wonderful warmth with him. My shoes dangle from my fingers as I walk in behind Jeff. A voice in the back of my head mentions that the last time I was here Jeff and I made out, and that was with Troy and Abed in the adjacent room. That was also only after only consuming one glass of scotch and a sip of wine. Now, it's just Jeff and me after several drinks and a long night at a night club together.

I drop my shoes on the floor next to the door. My dress has started to get really uncomfortable. "God," I say under my breath as I try to stretch and pull the dress from my skin, "could this be any tighter?" I hear Jeff move from the kitchen back into the living room. He hold up a water bottle for me and takes a sip of his. "Thanks." I hobble over to him to take the bottle. My feet are killing me from those awful heels. I really don't know how Britta does it all the time. Jeff takes a seat on the couch and pats the spot next to him. I sit and then try to open my water. After a couple failed attempts, I look up at Jeff who wears an amused grin. "Do you mind?" I ask, holding out the bottle. He grabs it and in one tiny twist, the cap is off. I frown, "I loosened it."

Jeff chuckles, "Sure you did."

I ignore his comment and take a gulp. The tension in the room seems to be gone, but there's something else there. I take a deep breath and relax into the couch. Jeff flips on the TV, and scrolls through the channels. "What do you wanna watch?" he asks.

I take the remote and find my favorite movie on HBO, Charlie St. Cloud. I hear Jeff groan, but he stops once I scoot closer to him. I look down at the cable box. It shows 12:30 as being the time. That can't be right, right? "Oh my gosh!" I gasp.

"What?! What's wrong?" Jeff asks concerned and slightly shaken.

I can't help but laugh, "Sorry. Um, I just noticed what time it is…"

"Annie, I'm sure Troy and Abed haven't burned down the place. We would've gotten a call by now," he jokes.

"I know, I know. It's just kind of late for me…" I say shyly.

"On a Friday night? Annie, we need to hangout more often and get you out more," he says with a smirk.

"I won't object to that."

I smile back up at him. Jeff starts to lean in and I let go for a moment, my brain going fuzzy. His lips are on mine.

The kiss isn't as rushed as the one we shared in the closet. I thread my fingers in his hair, lightly tugging it as he kisses down my jaw to my neck. Jeff lightly nips at my skin and a hushed moan escapes me. I feel him smile against my neck.

He returns to my lips, our mouths fused together. I lean back, pulling Jeff with me. He shifts so that his arms are on both sides of my head. Lowering himself, he kisses me deeply. I move my hands to his back, holding his shoulders tightly. My hands run through his hair without a complaint from him. I reach for the bottom of his shirt and tug it up. Jeff pulls it the rest of the way off. I slide my hands down his chest, using individual fingers to trace over his abs. He reverses our position and I take the opportunity to do what he did to me. I kiss down his jaw, the stubble tickling my lips, to his neck. I try to find a spot that'll make him crazy. It isn't till I reach the place where his neck meets his shoulder that I get what I want. Jeff makes what sounds like a low growl, coming from the back of his throat. I giggle at the noise.

I sit up, still straddling him, to pull my hair back in a ponytail. "It was all in my face and was getting annoying," I explain to Jeff which makes him laugh.

His hands that had been on my waist slowly travel down my body until they reach the end of my dress. Jeff's fingers slip under and slowly start to push it up my thighs. I help him pull it over my head, and once it's off I lean down to kiss him hungrily…