BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

Comments

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

Ooo. She was a gruff one. A gruffy gruff. Gruffier than McGruff the Dog. She was like L'lihdra but without the oath to kill groupies. Or something.

"Okay!" she bounced. "What kind of notch? Belt notch? Notch on a bedpost? Notchy-notchington the Third from a long line of Notches?"

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

"How about a notch of shut the fuck up?"

A slight pause.

"Also if that is you hittin' on me, I have to be fair and say - not a girl's club kinda girl."

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Hey! Watch it!" Dandelion growled. "That's the kind of language fucking viking would use!"

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

Vikings? Really?

"Oh, get over it," Denise opted for, snorting, "The viking's on the other end of the hall."

She had no idea if there was a viking. She just wanted to see what happened when you threw the match at what looked like a big pool of gasoline.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"LOKI'S HORNS!" Dandelion exclaimed. "I was assured that this school was Nordic free! THIS IS A SHOCKING BETRAYAL!"

Um. No it wasn't.