Annie Edison always had something to prove; whether she was running the Model U.N or cleaning mold from a corridor, the brunette never let a task she set her mind to beat her. And so, whilst daubing paint on the large paper banner laid out before her, Annie attempted to ignore yet another issue.
Setting up a community college fair was a big job, so Annie had forced the Dean to relinquish his office in order to do it. Then Abed had bailed; he was visiting his mom, but luckily Rachel, his much talked about but rarely seen girlfriend, made for a reasonable substitute. Of course the girl didn't know Annie's glitter to prit-stick ratio but thankfully she had been happy to talk the bemused redhead through it.
Annie had been surprised to get anyone from outside the study group involved and was grateful for the other girl; after all she had offered to join in and frankly the brunette needed the help. Of course, frustratingly, Rachel's 'help' was proving almost as counter-intuitive as her dorky predecessor's. This didn't surprise Annie; the cute former-cloakroom girl did have a history of circulating unsuccessfully through random unpaid jobs.
Still they could work together, chatting amiably throughout and gathering everything they needed in the Dean's office, in-spite of his protests; Ultimately for these tasks there was only one student he could rely on and the ambitious teacher's pet literally couldn't say no. To turn down a task was, at least to Annie, tantamount to being unable to do it. This the brunette could not accept. She was a winner, through and through and nobody would convince her otherwise.
Annie's overly tight attire was at least actually proving appropriate for once; as anything looser risked the likelihood of being dipped in paint. Today the brunette wore a teal blue camisole that could barely contain her impressive bust, thankfully also wrapped in a lighter cardigan. With these items she combined her compulsory short skirt, the pleated black cotton only just reaching mid thigh, due to the swell of her curves, Leaning further over the large stretch of paper, Annie stroked back her long dark hair, careful to keep it off the banner by tucking loose strands behind an ear.
Hearing the office door rattle violently, both girl's jumped; Rachel catching the tin of paint Annie accidentally swatted from the desk, the brunette turning quickly to see Britta Perry burst in with a typical lack of grace.
"AH HA!" Britta Perry yelled triumphantly, standing in the wide open doorway.
"Britta?" Annie squeaked, taken aback by her friend's unexpected appearance;
"What's wrong??"
"This is wrong!" Britta yelled, striding up to the two nervous girls, her face determined as the blonde prepared to push her latest cause:
"And I caught you two in the act!"
"The act of what? This??" Rachel responded, holding up the paint tin curiously, adjusting her glasses adorably as she read the label:
"But we bought the non-toxic kind and everything!"
"Not that!" Britta barked, tugging the can from the redhead's hands and flinging it across the desk:
"I caught you two promoting a seminar with a sexist agenda!"
"What are you talking about?!" Annie responded impatiently, stepping around the desk as she continued:
"This is a fair exclusively for women Britta, you can't have a problem with that."
Britta gaped, eyes wide responding exasperated:
"Its a Home Economics/ Sex-Ed fair Annie! Do you get what that means?"
The brunette crossed her arms, facing Britta down:
"Well we can't afford to host two events separately! Money's tight this year! We even brought Subway back in to sponsor everything."
Britta blinked, momentarily stunned: "You can't be serious? After what happened last time??"
Rachel shrugged: "Sometimes they bring delicious Subs, sometimes they bring major conflict. You take what you can get I guess."
Britta shook her head; curtain of wavy blonde curls dancing around her face as she about turned, surveying the room's contents. Against the wall an instructional oven was juxtaposed with a naked manikin wearing a realistically proportioned dildo. Across the floor slogans and painted signs were numerous and on the couch various pamphlets had been thrown haphazardly.
"We're getting off topic," Britta continued almost frantically:
"You guys have to help me shut this down! Can't you see? You're helping to create a production line where young, invigorated students go in and housewives come out! This is all part of the system's continuing efforts to marginalize women!"
Annie gave the blonde a withering look:
"Britta you see conspiracy in everything! This fair could actually help some of the girl's who go here. Half of them are Nerd's who have next to no experience with sex and need instruction." The brunette nodded her head toward Rachel suggestively as she continued to speak:
"And the rest of them are, let's face it; sluts who need a good example. This way we can appeal to both ends of the spectrum!"
Britta blinked hard, rounding on the pretty brunette:
"So what? You're the perfect specimen of womanhood?"
Annie blushed, avoiding Britta's stare: "Well, I don't know about perfect, but I set a good precedent..."
"The girl who's never been with a man wants to preach to others about sex?"
Annie blanched, hurt by Britta's accusation, even if it was essentially accurate:
"I-I've done the research! Besides I'm not going to be the only speaker!"
"Britta smirked, laughing dryly: "Right, just because the female staff aren't as clueless as you doesn't mean they won't essentially be spewing lies. You're all selling out your gender!"
Rachel blinked, backing away as the two girl's stared daggers at each other, raising her hands and finally speaking up:
"Woah okay, you two need to talk this out like adults. This is getting very... personal."
"This coming from the girl that doesn't even buy name-brand glitter!" Britta spat, turning to Annie's bemused assistant. The goody-two shoes blinked; Britta remembered her policy on glitter?
"Well at least this way it won't be wasted," Britta continued, striding past Annie to the desk:
"How come?" Rachel asked cautiously, stepping out of the anarchist's way, as the grey sweater streaked past.
"Cos I'm gonna bring this Mother down!"
Leaning over the desk, the blonde flung stacks of paper to the floor, scattering Art supplied and dioramas alike, disturbing Annie's decoration system remorselessly.
"Stop that!" Annie gasped, flinging herself at the faux-protestor ineffectually; attempting to pull the older woman away from her work.
Struggling, both students slapped at each other girlishly, neither gaining the upper hand. After several seconds of mock fighting both froze as they heard the office door slam. Turning to the door, the girls gaped as they heard the familiar sound of a key turning in the lock.
"Rachel?" Annie asked, running to the frosted glass door and turning the handle; only to find it would no longer budge:
"Rachel! What are you doing?"
"Locking you in." The girl responded unhelpfully, her silhouette visibly shrugging on the other side of the pane.
"Why!?" Britta exclaimed, joining her newfound enemy by the door, slapping the wooden surface in frustration.
"Abed says your group usually need isolation to work through these issues together. I figured, since he's not here...
"Your bottle episoding us?!" Annie cried out in amazement.
Britta gasped: "Nooo! I'm not spending another second with this traitor!"
Annie flinched; hurt.