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.

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Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[angelo_wings]

"You hate talking about your feelings, don't you?"

It was both a tease and a challenge.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall shrugged. "Talking about your feelings makes you vulnerable," he pointed out.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[angelo_wings]

"So does having feelings," she said lightly. "And so you lie to yourself and pretend you don't."

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I don't pretend that I don't," Squall protested. "I just don't let them affect me."

Like how he'd jumped out into space after her. That was in NO WAY an overemotional reaction.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[angelo_wings]

"I can't tell if even you believe that," she sighed.