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For an institute of supposedly higher learning, you'd think Greendale would have learned it's lesson. Paintball is a dangerous game. What was supposed to be a casual, fun, mid-summer, pre-fall, semi-reunion dance turned into a multicoloured, paint splattery bloodbath the second the Dean announced the prize.

A new car.

Pierce donated it after a heated, but stupid, argument with Jeff. It was originally supposed to be free movie tickets! That's it! Just some stupid movie tickets that nobody would care about. But Jeff just had to egg Pierce on about charity. And Pierce had to be old and crazy. And the Dean had to have all the weapons out right there at the dance! And Annie still had to grab for a gun without any pants. Stupid, cute, dress!

She'd lost track of the group a few hours ago. Word in the hallway was Vicky and Jeff had set up rival 'families' on either end of the school. They had hired help wandering around and taking each other out the second one group encroached on the other's territory. They kept sending each other messages. Intimidating displays of firepower, weirdly symbolic and probably vague movie references. Abed would know... if he was even still in the game.

Annie had holed up in the biology lab like last time. She didn't want to pick sides... but she really could use that new car. Honestly, she thought the whole mafia thing was idiotic and could never work. Too many other people for a viable alliance. She was better off on her own! All... alone. So very--

"Hands where I can see 'em. Keep them mitts off your bean-shooter if you don't wanna get bumped off here and now, ya mug!" Okay, so the mafia thing is stupid, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a soft spot for gangster talk like in the movies! It's cool! And whoever's on the other side of that door has a gun pointed right at them.

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This is totally Jesse's thing.

Greendale's a weird fucking place, sure, but Jesse digs it. He likes the weirdos, the little study group, the stuff nobody can explain. He likes this, likes the fact that people are getting into it, like it's life or death, because it means he doesn't have to suppress his inner nerd. Right now? Two rival families, fighting over a car in a paintball game? Jesse has absolutely no problem with settling into the role.

Somewhere along the line, Jesse acquired a fedora. Probably as spoils for one of his "kills". He'd already come to the dance in somewhat appropriate clothes, so it works out with the rest of what he's wearing. Rolled up sleeves splattered with paint, his tattoos showing and a big smirk on his face, Jesse's pretty much totally a dweeb in wolf's clothing.

And so when he opens the door to his new hopeful hiding place and gets held up, he's quick to shut the door and lift his hands, gun hanging loosely.

"Ay, ay, little ladybug, I got my hands where you can see 'em. Gonna show a poor boy some mercy?" He drawls, winking at her.

It's Jesse! With a newly-acquired hat ... that really completes his outfit, wow-- NO, ANNIE! Stay strong! Keep that gun aimed high! She shakes her hair off her shoulders, lifting her head and tilting her chin up. She even tries too hard at trying to look like she doesn't care.

"That depends. Is this poor boy about to make the biggest mistake of his life?" She's got both hands clasped around her fake, plastic weapon and her eyes are narrower than the space between a kittens toes! Jesse does have his guard down, but he hasn't put his gun down.

No, fall for his incredibly fantastic clothes! Look at him, he's so handsome and totally someone you should trust, Annie. Definitely. But she does a good enough job of looking like she doesn't care, enough that he's completely still, not putting up any sort of moves that could make him look criminal.

"Hmmm," Jesse hums, and then he shrugs. "I dunno. Is the biggest mistake of his life tellin' you how pretty you are in that dress?"

:3

... Dammit! He's too smooth. Annie's resolve vanishes and she lowers her weapon, tucking some hair behind her ear while fighting a smile and a blush. He's good. Too good.

"Oh, stop." She giggles before finally regaining her composure. Quick! To the door! She pushes past Jesse, stretching up on her tip toes to see out the paint-splattered window. "Were you followed?" She whips around to look at him, "Are you with them?"

Them could really mean either group at this point. She really has no idea what's going on out there anymore.

Hah! Jesse's charm wins again - he's pleased, anyway, that he's still got it when it comes to her. His smile is all warm and gentle when she giggles, a little break in his suave and charismatic character role, until she turns back to him, all accusing.

"Ay, ay, I'm a mercenary by trade, little lady, I don't stick t'sides," Jesse tells her. "I dunno even what them is. I just been shootin' people who shoot at me first."

"Jesse! That's-- ... actually kind of brilliant." She turns around completely, sticking her remaining gun in her garter like a holster. Not very lady like, but extremely practical. She's all lit up with a glow that only comes from a great idea.

"Everyone in school's picking sides. They're so busy fighting each other that we could pick them all off while they're taking each other out! It's the perfect strategy! We'll trigger an entire turf war culminating in a huge battle that leaves their leaders defenseless!" It could work. It could totally work! Annie's so excited that she can't stop bouncing up and down, which might be slightly distracting for two very good reasons.

"Then we could split the car, it's foolproof!"