"Come on, man," Chad said, flopping down on the couch. "Come out with us tonight. We'll hit the clubs. Listen to some awesome music, hit that crowded dance floor, and hit on girls!"
Sam glared at Chad. "That sounds like something out of my worst nightmares." he picked up the remote control and turned up the volume on the TV. "Dark rooms, big crowds, and THOSE kinds of girls," he rolled his eyes. "Overpriced food and drink. Bleh."
"I'm offering girls, here, Sam," Chad insisted. "Close quarters, get right up close in there, go with the music, who knows what will happen?"
Sam barked out a laugh. "You'll come home at two A.M. exhausted and broke, alone. Like every night."
"You're hopeless," Chad threw up his hands in disgust. "All you do is watch this stupid What Doctor all day, when you could instead go out and hit on girls."
"That's the difference between you and me," Sam chuckled. "You would settle for any old girl."
"Hey," Chad sniffed. "Not OLD girls. Just, you know,"
"Yeah, yeah, we've heard it all before." Sam laughed, and hit Chad with a pillow. He glanced up and across the common room. "Hey, Natalie!" He waved one hand over his head as he paused the episode with the other.
Chad snorted. "Like she would hang out with you." He rolled his eyes back at Sam. "She's only one of the hottest girls, and you're just a nerdy little dweeb—"
"Who happens to be a fellow Hufflepuff." a woman's voice interrupted him. The brunette's arms wrapped themselves around Sam's neck, her hair falling around his head, hiding Sam's smirk. "You know, Chad, some guys actually care what's going on in my head more than what parts of me may or may not be visible." She laughed and pulled her hair back behind her shoulders. "What's up, Sam?"
"We still on for Nerdycon, Captain Marvel?" Sam asked, craning his head back.
Natalie laughed. "I've got the hair dye and my cosplay is just about done.?"
"You going to be wearing a slave Leia costume?" Chad leered.
Natalie rolled her eyes. "Contrary to what men might think, we don't dress up for YOU. We dress up because it's fun, and we like doing it. You still planning on being Castiel, Sam?"
Sam grinned. "Are apocalypses drawn to the Winchesters? Found a kick-ass coat in a thrift shop last week, but I'm gonna be wearing a bow tie and suspenders, and making it an Eleven Castiel."
Natalie laughed. "I'll see you there," she said, and bounced off after ruffling his hair.
"Man, I never get tired of watching her walk away," Chad said, his eyes following her as she returned to the other side of the room. "Why do girls like her always stick me in the Friend Zone?" he complained.
Sam grinned. "Maybe you just don't have game, son. You see, you're going to sit here alone next weekend after striking out, again, and I'll be taking her to Nerdycon. You see, it's all about close quarters with people who ACTUALLY share your interests, THOSE kinds of girls, and overprices food and drink. You know, dark rooms watching previews and presentations, getting right up in there with the fandom wars, going with the flow of the con—who knows what will happen?"
Chad nodded absently, not really listening. "Yeah, so are you taking Natalie? I mean, she's the hottest girl I've seen in a month."
Sam burst out laughing. "Chad, you're so naive. Natalie's nice, but I can do way better. I mean, she's pretty and everything, but I need a girl that's a lot nerdier than her."
Chad nodded earnestly. "So she needs a pair of thick glasses, then?"
Sam threw a pillow at Chad. "You're hopeless, you know that?"