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BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge

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?"

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April gave that some thought. "I just can't imagine it being very intimidating with the knives facing in."

"If it were some kind of a demon horse showing how tough it is, maybe," Frank said, refilling his glass. "But I never claimed to be a horse designer."

"That's fair," April said with a shrug. "If you were a horse designer, I'd have a lot of questions for you. Like why do horses smell so bad? I mean, they're great to look at, but the smell seems unjustified. And then you'd have to answer and everyone here would know you as the horse guy and it would be a tough first day for everyone. Probably better this way."

"If I can be completely honest, I have no idea what a horse smells like and I'm in no rush to find out due to a complete lack of interest in animals," Frank said. "Drink?" He'd spaced on on the horse talk, so it was only polite to offer.

She wouldn't have asked, but since he offered... "Okay," April agreed after a moment's pause. "What is it exactly?"

Cards on the table, April was the kind of dorky fourteen-year-old who was going to sniff whatever he offered her.

Frank Doyle: corruptor of the entire Freshman Class.

"Let's see what I have," Frank said, reaching down to go through his bag. After some careful clanking, he pulled out a bottle and another couple glasses. "Let's go with some gin. One for you, two for me." He managed to pour all three glasses while holding them in one hand without spilling a precious drop, the worst sin. Yes, worse than giving a fourteen year old liquor in an airport.

Well, April was the only new freshman this semester. So far Frank's rate of success was pretty high.

"Is your bag just glasses and alcohol?" she had to ask. She had noticed the clanking. "How don't the glasses break?"

As promised, she was going to go ahead and sniff the gin. It smelled, well, like alcohol. Not great, but she'd give it a very dubious shot.

"I only had room for the most important things," Frank said before taking a drink from one of the remaining glasses. "And I know a warlock. As long as I'm not too rough with the glasses for the next..." Frank checked his watch. He was not wearing a watch. "...some hours, they'll be fine."

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April took the tiniest sip of gin and made a disgusted face. But she wasn't a wimp, so she gulped it down. "I like the way you prioritize," she choked out. "I tried to pack light too but it didn't really work."

Seven. Huge. Suitcases. "What I needed was more the kind of warlock that can make ~~meta for~~ Mary Poppins bags."

"So I've noticed," Frank said even though he hadn't. "Unfortunately, my guy specializes in glassware. He doesn't really know how to do anything else." Frank finished his first glass. "Actually, that's not true. He also makes a good martini."

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