Terri and John get a little closer.

"So, John, what'cha thinkin' of doing next?" Terri asked with a flash of pearly whites.

John scratched the back of his head. "Well, it's my first con, so-"

"It's your first con? Mine too!" Terri squealed. "Isn't it incredible? Everything is positively wicked! I can't even believe how wicked it is! Have you seen T'Challa's signed stunt helmet they used in Black Panther? Someone is gonna buy it for ten thousand dollars! It's so bloody sick!"

John opened his mouth to speak, but Terri seized his hand and that put an end to that.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Terri started tugging on his arm. "You've got to see it before they pack it up!"

John waved to the flabbergasted Doomfist cosplayer and allowed himself to be dragged across the con floor. "See you later, Thanos."

Terri refused to let John go five feet without telling him every single detail about the stalls they were passing. Some sold gaming tables and furniture. Another had witty t-shirts you could fire out of cannons. One even had a scaled down animatronic velociraptor for sale. Terri's fantastic Tracer cosplay kept turning heads, but her motor mouth kept most people for asking for photos. Soon enough, a pair of brave girls worked up the courage to speak up as she wound up for another wave of fangirling.

"Uh... excuse us," said a girl wearing a _Jurassic Park _t-shirt. "Could we get your pictures?"

"Of course, loves!" Terri beamed. "We're chipper and bright to... uh... trot out for pictures?"

"Your accent's slipping, Tracer," John laughed. "Did you run out of petrol in the British slang-tank?"

"Oh, sod off, Star-Prince."

Terri struck up a pose with one leg raised, and John had to **** himself to look away from how it thrust her crotch right at him. He paused, unsure how Star-Lord would react standing next to Tracer... then it hit him. He stood right behind Terri, raised his own leg in a mirror of her own pose, and gave the camera bubbly grin. He was rewarded with a laugh and the sound of a shutter clicking.

Terri glanced over her shoulder, saw his pose and nearly fell over. "Oh, blimey!"

"Cheers, love! The cavalry's here!" John said in a high-pitched voice. He set his leg down and laughed. "Did I do it right?"

"Very funny," Terri said. "If you get to do that, then..."

Terri walked over to the animatronic velociraptor, bent over and thrust her butt out, making sure everyone had as deep a view of her supremely fit ass as possible. She looked back at her might-as-well-be-bare butt, put a finger to her hips as if to catch a falling pair of pants, and gave an innocently shocked look to the camera.

"Clever girl," she giggled.

"Nice!" John gave her the thumbs-up and got the first truly brilliant idea he'd had all day. "But... I think it still needs more butt."

"More butt?" The girl holding her cell phone camera laughed. "How is that even possible?"

"Whoa there! I am not taking these off right in front of everyone!" Terri instinctively put her hands over her leggings. "What are you thinking?"

"Simple. What's even better than one butt?" John asked.

"Is it... two butts?" Terri asked.

"And she scores!" John slid next to Terri and bumped his hips into hers. She took it like a champ and knocked him right back even harder. He laughed and stood right next to her, then copied her pose once more. She snorted and caught him off-guard by sliding her arm around his waist.

"This what you dreamed about for your first con?" Terri said, giggling madly as the cameragirls snapped away. "Butts in people's faces?"

John said the first thing that came to his short-circuited mind. "Uh, most of my fantasies involved boobs. Big, heavy gravity hammers you need two hands to wield."

"Oh, you mangy tosser!" Terri shouted, shoving him away as she doubled over in laughter.

John put a hand to his forehead. Smooth.