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[birdinherlocker]

A tall, blonde, pretty cheerleader walks into the bar, immaculate red-and-white uniform not even a hair askew.

And she stops.

... Quinn?

Santana?

"Uh-oh."

[ooc: This is Brittany from early season one of Glee, around episode two or so. Incredibly decontextualized spoilers through the season finale in the icons!

eta: YOU'RE ALL

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[leconnortemple]

Connor's stumbled in a time or two since his first time. Mostly he's been sitting quietly in corners and practicing keeping his fanboy tendencies under control.

Since he's pretty new, he recognizes the gobsmacked look on the cheerleader's face.

"Hi. You okay?"

[birdinherlocker]

Ugh. He looks like a loser.

Also: she hasn't made out with him yet. There's usually a correlation.

Still, Brittany is nothing if not a seeker of perfection (when she remembers), so she smiles his way.

"Oh. Hey."

[leconnortemple]

She's pretty. But the whole cheerleader thing is for younger American girls, right? He's in uni, and working on a top secret government project. He's not a cradle robber.

"Are you new? I was, too, not very long ago. I thought I'd hit my head or summat."

[birdinherlocker]

"I hit my head a lot," Brittany says.

A beat.

"Coach Sylvester usually makes me a base."

[leconnortemple]

"A base?"

Like in baseball? Are there cheerleaders at baseball? He's not up on his sports trivia when it doesn't revolve around proper football.

"That doesn't sound very nice."

[birdinherlocker]

She makes a (vague) face.

"I like it."

Being a Cheerio in any capacity automatically catapults you into a highly elevated social status. Most people on the outside doesn't even get the base/flyer thing anyway.

[leconnortemple]

"Oookay. So you get a drink for free your first time. Maybe a Coke? Or something?"

A lager is right out. He thinks.

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany brightens, and hefts a plastic water bottle.

"I asked for Coach Sylvester's special energy drink," she says.

Her smile grows almost fond.

"They added in sand."

[leconnortemple]

"Sand?"

Maybe that's slang for something.

"Okay. Good. You're set then."

Or... maybe she's an alien. Or a cyborg.

Okay, that would be cool.

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany takes a sip, makes a face, and takes a longer one.

"Yeah," she agrees.

Dum de dum.

[leconnortemple]

"Are you-"

How does one ask politely?

"From Earth?"

Notice that he does not notice the subtle ignoring. That kind of thing rarely blips on his radar.

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany looks thoughtful. (This tends to resembled 'confused.')

"I'm from Ohio," she offers.

[leconnortemple]

"Oh, right, in the States, then."

This means nothing. Americans are always the ones building the cyborgs.

"I live in London, but I was born in Lancashire. That's in the north of England."

Just in case she didn't know. None of the Americans on his game forums know where Lancashire is.

[birdinherlocker]

"Ohhhh."

Brittany nods.

"I thought maybe you had a speech thing."

[leconnortemple]

"A speech thing? I gave a speech once. I was proper terrified getting in front of all those people, but it went well in the end."

[birdinherlocker]

"I was supposed to give a speech ... about what I did for summer vacation," Brittany agrees.

"But then I forgot."