fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

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.

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Peter instantly assumed that the girl was high. This wasn't a bad thing, in his book, but it was just the easiest explanation. "So you have family at the school?"

He extended a hand. "Peter Bishop."

Yeah. High. That was...accurate. "My sister, Didi. But she doesn't know, um, me coming here. Not. Right. Maybe, I hope she isn't mad."

Shaking his hand, Del realized they were telling their names. Duh.

"Delirium of the Endless."

"Wow," Peter said, just assuming her parents were hippies. "Guess your parents must really like the school."

He was also starting to think it might be a dumping ground school. Where kids their parents don't want to deal with send them. He could work that to his advantage.

And he didn't know why, but he felt just a little... loose around this girl. He was having trouble being his normal, deadpan self.

"No parents; we Endless just, are. Sort of. Most of the time. Kind of, um, forever."

He looked like a nice person, with an average amount of craziness....nah, there was something else there, Del knew.

Still high, Peter reasoned, and he just decided to humor the cute tripping-out girl.

"Forever is a long time," he said, only with a tiny bit of mocking. "Must be hell to keep yourself from getting bored."

"A looooooooooooooong time. But, um, Endless have things to do, or, um, games to play." She liked the games, but Dream was usually pissy all the time when they played. And he was scary.

"There is, um something, al the time. To do."

"A girl of simple tastes," Peter said. "Well, if you ever get a card game going, count me in."

" Because every time she mentioned her brother she felt she needed to lower her voice. "But, um, I'll tell you. Poker, or Blackjack...or something else."

"You a crazy eights kind of girl?" Peter joked. "I'm not much of a gambler, myself."

He was a 'play the system' kind of guy.

"I'm just, um, crazy." And by now she was starting to wonder if she was somehow messing with Peter's head. She wasn't even trying, but apparently something had popped the moment she had decided to go piggy riding. It was so totally not her fault though.

"Gambling is, um a bit silly." It drove people crazy though, sometimes, so she knew a thing or two about it.

"Exactly," Peter said. "What's the point of playing if you don't know you're going to win?"

Which was exactly why Peter didn't 'play' most games.

"The, um, thrill?" She had no idea herself, but people kept on doing it.

"And the shiny, um, colors? "

"The pretty colors, right," Peter said. Definitely high. Well, at least he'd know someone who was holding if needed.

"...are we talking about something other than cards, because I'm pretty sure there's only two colors involved there."

It only took a wave of her hand to make several cads appear floating in front of them; there were many colors. "And well, slot machines. Machines. With slots. And lights. Noises and coins and din din din din."

Peter blinked a few times. And his rational brain interpreted it as a contact buzz.

He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Good point," he said, trying to refocus his eyes. "But I think I need to go get some water."

Peter's rational brain was in for some mental scarring in the future.

"Water?" Right, they needed water. And air. Air was nice. Hmmmm, air. What was she doing again? "Water is, um, good for you."

Peter chuckled softly. "See you around the school, Delerium," he said, before heading off to find a drinking fountain.

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