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?"

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Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[cuzfriendship]

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.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[halfaclink.livejournal.com]

"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."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[cuzfriendship]

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."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[halfaclink.livejournal.com]

"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."