[Backdated for Zoe]

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So Brodie had kind of been a pussy. He'd known that he wanted to ask Zoe out since pretty much the second time he'd talked to her, and it had taken her drunkenly accosting him at an island party to make it happen. Maybe it had been the fact that he wasn't exactly used to chicks quoting The Trilogy back at him or knowing what the fuck he was talking

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Sometimes, not all the time, Zoe wondered if she had suffered some sort of brain damage as a kid. Or if being raised around her brothers had made her stupid in the area of boys. That was probably it.

Sure she had been the one to press Brodie into manning up and asking her ought, but now that there was an actual date in place she had contemplating blowing it off. It wasn't him, it wasn't anything other than the fear that this was some sort of weird joke.

A lot of pacing in Cyd's room and six tee shirt swaps later and she walked into the Winchester, casting a look around before spotting him and walking over.

"Hey. How's it going?" Ugh, could she sound any more ridiculous? This was just great.

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"Hey," Brodie said, and then was really fucking glad he hadn't decided to dress up or anything. He knew chicks went for that shit, and while he'd put on his best Green Lantern t-shirt, he hadn't opted for anything with buttons or anything.

He stood and pulled out a chair for her, all GENTLEMANLY and shit.

"It's uh. It's good. You?"

He nearly fucking WINCED at how lame he sounded.

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Staring at the chair for a moment and then back at Brodie before looking back at the chair, it felt impossibly long before she actually sat down. This was definitely new territory for her. She'd dated before (she wasn't some sort of prudish spinster, not by a long shot) but she'd never dated a guy who had been a friend first.

"Yeah. Good, really good," she said with nod, making a face and then nodding again. Leaning forward, she rubbed her eyes with her fingers contemplating gauging them out to break the tension. "Shit, is it going to be this bad all night? Cause if it is, it sucks balls."

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Oh, THANK FUCK.

Brodie had been anticipating this whole thing being easier, given that Zoe was a chick who GOT IT. If he had to endure more than another minute of everything feeling awkward as shit, he was pretty sure he was going to have to just say 'fuck it' and call it a wash. Zoe calling the first minute out as really fucking weird though? Good goddamn, but he was relieved.

Yes, he still assumed that he'd be subject to the normal quota of girl conversations about shoes and clothes and tampons and shit, but it was a pretty fair trade in this case.

Brodie took his own seat across from her, visibly more relaxed.

"Jesus fucking Christ. I thought I was the only one." He said.

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"Um, not by a long-shot."

Making a face, tongue sticking out like she had just suffered some sort of brain damage Zoe held that pose for a moment before shrugging and relaxing. It shouldn't be hard. Dating wasn't exactly rocket science given the sheer number of morons who managed to accomplish it.

"Any longer and I would have had to kill you. Just to save myself."

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"Yeah right," Brodie replied, "Like you could take me anyway."

Not that Brodie was sexist or anything and didn't think that a chick could take him-- Rogue was a good example of one who could hand his ass to him if he got on her bad side-- but with his own fucking LEFT HAND OF DOOM at his disposal, he was pretty sure he'd be alright.

Plus, Brodie wasn't afraid to break the Guy Code if need be. Sometimes, kicks to the fucking balls were NECESSARY.

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Leaning back in her chair, Zoe rolled her eyes and let out of 'pfft' sound. It was nice that he had confidence about that sort of thing, even if he was totally wrong. He might be sporting a pretty awesome fake hand, but she could hold her own. That year of peewee football had taught her a lot.

"Take you? I could own you. You'd be a little bitch and you'd love every minute of it." Cracking her knuckles, she grinned and shrugged her shoulders. Now that was something she was confident in.

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Okay, sure they were speaking in hypotheticals, but Brodie couldn't help but feel the need to take up arms anyway. It was like if someone ever said that fucking Robin could take Jean Grey in a fight. It didn't matter that there was no way in hell that the match-up was going to happen in the first place, Brodie would defend tooth and nail that the goddamn Phoenix was the stronger bird in that fight.

"In what fucking world?" Brodie asked, "Look, it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that you're a chick, I've just got a longer reach."

He shrugged. That wasn't the only reason, but Brodie figured it was a pretty good place to start.

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"Maybe so." Zoe would give him that point. It was a minor one and totally irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. Just because the Hulk was big and could smash things didn't make him exactly limber. Speed and agility could go very far in a fight.

All it took was one little window and the whole thing would come crashing down. Just like the Death Star.

"But I'm pretty fast. Not to mention my secret weapon. You don't stand a chance in frozen Hoth against that."

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Long reach, and what Brodie lacked in strength, he made up for in speed. His physique was one toned by years of bolting through The Mall at the first sign of trouble or call of Free Comic Book Day. He'd been like the fucking Flash when it came to that shit.

"What secret weapon?"

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Smirking she felt a little bad that she as enjoying this as much as she was. There was something just flatly appealing about being able to go at it like this. Normal dating was never this fun. Unless this was normal dating and then whatever she had been doing before was just weird.

"These puppies." Zoe pointed to her chest. She wasn't exactly well-endowed but she knew how to work what she had. "You can't resist my sweater yams."

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Well-endowed, schmell-endowed. He wasn't really picky. The truth was, once you got over a handful, they got in the way more than not.

Brodie had never been one to pass up a free pass to look at tits. So, he did. Unabashedly.

"Touché." He said.

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"Thank you," her tone was just a little smug. There was nothing wrong with being confident in a victory, no matter how small or ridiculous it was. Big victories were boring, all flash and bullshit.

This was better. Sweeter even.

"Now that we have that settled. What are we going to eat?"

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Usually, Brodie wasn't so much with the handing over victories, even SMALL ones. But when it came to arguments about tits, Brodie had to concede that he was powerless against a good pair. What could he say? He was a warm-blooded American male.

"I called in a favor," Brodie said, sounding impressed with himself, "What do you think about burgers?"

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Typically when guys used the phrase "called in a favor" it was immediately followed by something stupid. Not even a little stupid, but moronic and mind-blowing levels of stupid. Thank God this was not the case.

Fanning herself slightly, she smirked. "I think that I'm in love...with the concept of eating a burger for the first time in year. Who knew that I'd miss them so much?"

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"It's not REAL hamburger or anything, but it tastes alright," Brodie said. It was no White Castle or Mickey D's, that was for sure. Usually it ended up being boar meat or some shit, but Brodie liked it okay.

Besides, they usually got the REAL stuff on New Year's Eve.