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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Comments

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"I dunno. Do you work for a secret government agency too?" Dandelion asked scratching her head.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[notavalleygirl.livejournal.com]

Not government. And not really an agency. So, no. Of course that wasn't what she stuck on.

"...Too?"

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"There's TWO secret government agencies?!" she asked in amazement.

She looked around to see if anyone was listening and then in a whisper that anyone nearby could hear anyway asked "Does yours also look like a car wash?"

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[notavalleygirl.livejournal.com]

"No, no, wait, I don't work for one," she said, shaking her head. "...You work for a secret government agency that looks like a car wash?"