Savannah gave him a sideways look, her expression clearly amused. "Really? You're not a minority. You're not the class clown. You're not a bimbo or the town slut." She ticked off the stereotypes of those who always died first, pausing at the last one a moment, grinning to herself as she tried to picture it: Nathan Howard, town slut. It made for a rather amusing image.
Straying closer to him, her arm slid through his as she teased, "I think you're the cute jock. And that make me the hottie. So if there' an alien attack, we'll be the ones to survive. All we have to do is find a house to board ourselves up in..."