BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge

[rebelseekspizza]

It was That Time Of Year again. At BWI airport, they knew well that this was not the kind of thing you wanted to be asking questions about. So when a teenage boy showed up wearing a ratty long red-and-black coat, an expression that blazed hell and a large series of bleeding scratches on his face, well, they didn't ask. About anything.

Dante didn't mind. It meant he could walk into the nice warm Portalocity lounge and crash on one of the benches. Had to sleep off the day he'd had... yesterday? Was it yesterday now? Who cared.

By the time he jerked back awake about an hour later, the scratches had vanished and his expression had gone sleepy, though the ratty coat remained. He sat up, rubbing at his eyes. Guess he wasn't alone anymore, huh? Fine, whatever. "Who knew the public still showed up for transport?"

Comments

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[myfaireggsy.livejournal.com]

Aww, he wasn't the only one then!

Eggsy shrugged, relaxing again now that it wasn't because he was some little ill-bred chav and just because he was being a complete fuckboy about it. "Then maybe I can brighten your day," he said with another smile.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[sampippy]

Well, the chav thing played into it. But Xanthippe didn't even know what a chav was so she couldn't really zero in on it.

Didn't stop her from going straight back to being less than taken with his proposition. "Uh, no, thanks."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[myfaireggsy.livejournal.com]

One day she would and Eggsy would go right back to be angry about life. But hopefully by then he would be a spy. So.

Breaks even.

He shrugged again, letting it drop at that.