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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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[takiena_called]

There's a teenage boy--about fifteen-- not far from herwearing a soft short-sleeved button down shirt and a pair of worn jeans (the bottoms are a bit muddy, but dried). He has a sword belted at his side, but that's a little hard to see from the barstool he's sitting on. He's working on a sketch.

He glances up at her, a mildly concerned look on his face. "What happened?"

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany stares at him.

(This is not really an unusual expression for her.)

"... I think I went through the wrong door," she says, resigned.

[takiena_called]

...

"Oh," Finn says, catching on. "You're new."

[birdinherlocker]

She looks offended.

"I made Cheerios freshman year."

This, as it happens, is a Big Deal, and makes Brittany a Big Deal by association.

Hellooooo.

[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."

[alsoagreengrass]

Helping new people seems to be Scorpius' thing tonight.

Never mind that this one happens to be a tall, blonde, pretty cheerleader and he's a sixteen-year-old boy; he's just being helpful.

Honest.

"Milliways. The place is called Milliways."

[birdinherlocker]

Ooh.

He's hot.

"Oh," Brittany says placidly, smiling a slow smile that is either coy or indicative of the speed at which her synapses are firing.

"Hi."

[alsoagreengrass]

"Hi."

Scorpius chances a smile at her own. She seems fairly calm for a newcomer so he doesn't continue with the usual explanation of pointing out The Window or the waitrats that scurry around.

"What's WMHS?"

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany glances down at her uniform.

"William McKinley High School." There is almost, but not quite, a question mark of duh at the end of this.

She looks back at Hot Guy.

And smiles.

"I'm Brittany."

[birdinherlocker]

On the young side = totally high school age appropriate. Brittany's answering smile could be considered enigmatic, except that the mystery isn't aaaactually concealing anything.

"I guess so," she agrees, in pleasant resignation.

"Sometimes ... I get confused in the halls ... and I usually end up in the locker room."

Beat.

"I heard this was like a bar or something. Do they card?"

[birdinherlocker]

She eyes him dubiously.

"You must have an awesome fake."

A pause.

"I shouldn't drink. I have practice."

[ohnoitsjools]

"Did you lose something?" A lanky blond guy asks from nearby.

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany pauses.

And pats herself down.

"... I don't remember."

[ohnoitsjools]

"Oh, right," Jools says simply. "Well, I didn't either."

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany nods. She accepts this.

A long pause.

"Are these rats all from the circus?"