Zero and Peter's Apartment, LA, Monday Evening

[swerval_zero]

So there was a show about models. Normally Zero ignored those, because the stupid hurt her brain and she'd gotten enough of it that one time she'd volunteered to help out at Claude's show, anyway, but this show about models was different. This show about models had someone she knew in it. A former bandmate, even. So Zero was camped out on the

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[mparkerceo]

"I need a job," Parker said, coming into the apartment from the mailbox, sorting through flyers and advertisements, then looking up. "What the hell are you watching?"

[swerval_zero]

"Chad's on TV!" Zero said excitedly.

[mparkerceo]

"Holy crap. That is Chad." Parker found one envelope addressed, Maureen NoName and started absently opening it as she stared at the screen. "Is this what I think it is? And did that judge just diss his name?"

[swerval_zero]

"They're fashion people. They say stupid things," Zero said dismissively. "Like apparently that girl? Is plus-sized."

[peter__parker]

After work, patrol, and a swing session back to the roof of their building, Peter made his way down the stairs to the apartment. "Hello, dear. You too, Zero."

Ah, humor.

[swerval_zero]

"I knew you loved Fish more," Zero said, sounding completely unfazed. "Look look Chad's on TV!"

[peter__parker]

"You just can't argue with that kind of plumage," Peter said. "Why is Chad on TV?"

[swerval_zero]

"He's tryin' to be Ameri-- So you wanna--" Zero held up one finger and said, "Wait, I'll get it." She slowly enunciated, "So You Want to be the Nation's Next Top Model. I think. Chad, not Fish." Fish preened.