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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"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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