Third Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening.

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Third Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening.

Chad? Apparently couldn't think of anything better to do with his Wednesday evening than sitting in his favourite sturdy common room chair with a can of vegetable juice in his hands, watching TV. Chad, who usually didn't like TV. Who would much, much rather stay in his room and just listen to music.

...But...it was...a model show. The model show. He had to be there, man.

[[ open; duh. I freaking love that they keep giving me Wednesday off, whooo! ]]

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Johnny wandered into the common room not realizing that he was not on the second floor. Weird how that can happen. Anyhoo, here he was, heading for the kitchen to grab a Coke.

He noticed Chad though because come on, who didn't? "Hey, man, how's it going?"

Chad lifted his chin as Johnny entered in, letting out a grunt of greeting back, his eyes trained on the screen. Can't talk now. Models. He might be a little more conversational during the commercials, but, really, there was a good chance no one would be able to even tell that he was mostly distracted.

Johnny grabbed his drink and pulled up some couch, totally into the models. "Eh."

Chad grunted an agreement with a sip of his own V-8. What? He liked the stuff; it was tomato-y. His head then tilted, at the screen, as they were going through the challenge and his girl was totally getting the shaft because the wussy little figure skater couldn't lift her. There was another grunt. If he were there...

Johnny would use fire. How cool would that be? Course torching the wussy little figure skater wouldn't go over so well... He sipped his Coke, snorting out a low grunt.

Male-bonding. Great eh?

Better than female bonding, anyway, of which was all over the screen as a few of the models made a few snarky comments about the pole dancer/stripper/something like that one that none of them liked because she was owning their asses. Chad let out a disapproving grunt at the cattiness, shaking his head and glancing toward Johnny, pretty certain he'd agree.

"Psshh," he said, curling his lip and muttering, "girls." Then he finished off his Coke and crushed the can with one fist. He did like what they were wearing though.

Chad grunted again. "Yeah," he said. "No kidding."

But at least his girl wasn't part of the pettiness. She was above that because she was amazing. Chad let out a small sigh as it cut to commercial; she was totally being shafted this episode...

"Dude," he commented, "you finished that Coke in, like, record time or something."

"Thirsty," Johnny said, glancing over at Chad. "Didn't really hit the spot, might have to grab a water." He sighed and slouched, stretching his legs out. "How's things been going?"

"Been good," Chad nodded. "No complaints." Not entirely true, but he wasn't going to bitch. "You?"

"Same here," Johnny said, not true at all but he wasn't going to bitch either. "Things been great. You got family coming down this weekend?"

Chad shook his head and sipped his vegetable juice. "Nah," he said. "My family's dead."

Another sip. Oooh, pretty commercial.

Youch. Johnny closed his mouth and stared back at the TV.

"Sorry, man."

Chad tilted his head and blinked at Johnny. "For what?"

"'Bout your family," he said, thinking it obvious. Usually it's what someone said, right?

"Oh," Chad said. The confusion left for a moment, but then it came right back. "...What about them?"

Well hell. "...that they're no longer living." Johnny felt about two inches high.

Chad's head tilted. "Yeah, but...." He scratched the back of his head, just looking really, really confused over at Johnny. "...um?" What was he talking about? It's not like Chad wasn't used to his family being dead. "...Thanks?"

Johnny had no idea how long his family had been dead but any family being dead was worth the sympathy, wasn't it? "No problem." That was really awkward.

"Oh, back on man," he gave a nod of his head towards the TV.

"Oh," Chad's attention went right back to the screen with another sip of his juice. He was going to say good, as well, but it came out as just a grunt. Whooooo, models! Photoshoot time, too. Awesome.

Johnny was enthralled but he'd never admit it. Some of these chicks acted like crazy bitches, no matter that their legs went on forever.

"Oh," Chad grunted, nodding toward the screen. "That shot was fierce."

Yes, those words just came out of his mouth. And, yes, they were said with the utmost sincerity.

"This show would not be what it is without the fierce," Johnny muttered then thought about what he just said. "Not that I watch it on a weekly basis or anything to know that for sure."

"Why not?" Chad asked. "It's awesome...I love these shows. Have you seen the one with Ben Stein? I like that one; that one's got male models, too."

"I... just don't get into model shows," Johnny said, surprised somewhat that Chad thought it awesome. It was awesome. Johnny was just too cool (he thought) to admit it.

"Well," Chad said, after attempting to understand how anyone couldn't get into them and failing. "I'm gonna be one, I think, so I like 'em."

"What? You're going to be a model?" Johnny wasn't sure if he heard that right.

Chad nodded. "Yeah," he said, and the corner of his mouth went up in a slight grin. "I mean, it started with that class, you know, and then I started following the whole fashion world a little bit and it's really interesting, and it turns out I got a lot of the traits they look for in a male model, so I could probably be a little successful about it. And it's not like I really know what I'm gonna do after high school anyway, y'know? Get to travel, meet lots of cool people, look awesome. Almost as cool as being a rockstar, but less work."

Johnny turned a bit, looking at Chad. Really looking at Chad and considered the possibility that yeah, he'd probably make a great model. He was tall, built, good-looking...

He cleared his throat. "More power to you, dude. Think you'd be good at it."

"Thanks." And that was Chad, preening a little with his shoulders rolled back. He was going to be damn good.

"No problem," he said and pondered the possibility... "Think I would be any good at it?"

Chad took a second, sipping his juice, as he scanned his eyes over Johnny and appraised him for...pretty much the same things that Johnny had appraised him with. Including the slight clearing of the throat as he realized there was a point where it went a bit beyond just appraising.

"Um, uh, depends, I guess. Definitely got the, uh, look, but would you be able to, you know, take direction really well and stuff?" Johnny seemed like he could be kind of stubborn, while Chad knew himself to be pretty damn maleible in most things.

Johnny could be stubborn. "Sure, I guess. Especially if I know it's for my own good; to better myself." He figured he had the body for it, and the height... his mood could be iffy.

Chad caught a glimpse of what they were walking and realized something else. "Although I should say that, dude, no way, 'cause then you'll be my competition."

He chuckled. "You think? I don't know, you're pretty built, Chad," Johnny said, looking him over again.

"Well, I know," Chad said, which sounded surprisingly modest for what was being said, "but, I mean, dude. You are, too."

"Yeah, but I don't have your girth; your size..." Um. "Think that is a consideration?"

Chad's head tilted. Why didn't girth quite sound like the right word...?

...Oh. Oh. There might have been a blush under that dark skin of his. "Um, it might? I mean, models are pretty tall and stuff, but you're not short or anything, so, I mean...'cause other than, uh, the height there, you're actually kinda the same size. Got the same narrow hips. I just got all this shoulder, you know?" He shifted, to kind of show what Chad meant. He wondered if how his shirt hung, though, might not exactly show it.

It probably wasn't; it's just what Johnny thought of and said without considering until after it came out of his mouth.

He nodded, looking Chad over. "I guess - kind of hard to tell with the way your shirt hangs. Your shoulders are definitely broader," Hmm. Johnny's own t-shirt was fitted, showing well his definition, still... hard to tell sometimes at certain angles. "Hips are narrow," he glanced lower at Chad, quirking the corner of his mouth upwards. "Maybe we should stand up here, compare a bit?" What? He was totally not trying to model. Nope.

Chad, however, certainly was, and, in all his ~~handwavey~~ research he'd been doing to make himself a better candidate for the modeling world, he knew that, as a male model, you'd probably have to show off what you mean and what you have a lot. He had absolutely no hesitation in standing up and pulling his shirt over his head, dropping in into the sturdy chair behind him. He was half tempted to start his runway walk across the common room, like he was at one of those Go Sees, but then remembered why he took his shirt off.

"See?" His hands moved along his sides. "How it all just goes in like that? I'm actually really skinny, but my shoulders make it look like I'm not."

Yeah, Johnny saw. Chad was thin but not in any sort of gangly fashion. Chad was most likely thinner than Johnny. And to prove it, he stood up and pulled his own shirt off, looking down at his waist and hips. "I think I'm thicker than you around the middle, but you are definitely more defined up top. Guess I need to step into the gym more often."

After some consideration of the other physique in front of him, Chad nodded with a grunt. They both had good looks, really, but Chad was feeling with his shape, his look was probably a little more editorial than Johnny's, plus? Less hair. Which, while Chad liked the hair, he knew most designers would rather not be bothered by it.

And, yes, his eyes were lingering perhaps a little longer than necessary to make these assessment, and Chad shook his head lightly. "Nah, man, I don't even do the gym. Never even really worked out until I came here, with football and cheerleading. M'just built this way, y'know?"

It was odd, really, how that all still managed to sound modest, almost embarrassed, not at all bragging.

"Seriously?" Johnny asked, allowing his gaze to linger perhaps longer than necessary at Chad and his shape, moving from his shoulders down. He swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. What was with him tonight? Johnny, it seemed, was easily tempted by eye-candy and Chad? Was definite eye-candy. No one in their the right mind wouldn't think so.

"That's cool, dude. I try to ~~handwavily~~ hit the gym every other day, that and I run at least five miles every morning." He grinned. "Unless I'm too lazy to drag my ass out of bed."

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