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reneekytokorpi ([personal profile] reneekytokorpi) wrote2009-06-02 10:11 pm

Chapter 1 scene 2, 3

It is late when we finally reach baggage claims, and the people around us are few and far in between. There are a few people sleeping leaning against the walls or uncomfortably sprawled across benches, their baggage impromptu pillows. Despite the hour, Dee is as spritely and cheerful as ever when we see her.
"Ardelle!" she shouts from the far side of baggage claims and even knowing her well I am still startled by her accent. I smile despite myself and wave.
"This is Dee?" Shaye whispers nervously.
"You bet," I say and walk faster to meet her, half afraid that she'll leap the baggage tracks in her eagerness to reach us. "The one and only."
She doesn't vault anything on her way to reach me, but I know, looking at her grin, that it's only because she's doing her best to Behave in the Conventional Fashion. She busses the air next to each cheek and turns to Shaye. "You, you are Shaye, no?"
"Sure," Shaye mutters, her flush intensifying as she studies her carry-on bag.
"I saw Ardelle's bags, but I don't know which are yours, dear." Dee already has me by the arm and is leading me toward one of the conveyor belts. "I'll assume that they'll be in the same batch as Ardelle's. Come, let us find them." She drags us across the concourse chatting at me all the while, short dark hair flying wildly about her animated face. "I thought you could have the first day for resting and recovering from your flights since you've come in so late, and we can see the sights the next day. Then, coffee in the morning of the day after and in the evening, you know, that lesbian bar I was telling you about? Next day, shopping downtown, day after there's going to be a party at my place. Then a quiet day in the park, a picnic and such, and final day resting and packing. Sounds good, yes?"
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It is late when we finally reach baggage claims, and the people around us are few and far in between. There are a few people sleeping leaning against the walls or uncomfortably sprawled across benches, their baggage impromptu pillows. Despite the hour, Dee is as spritely and cheerful as ever when we see her.
"Ardelle!" she shouts from the far side of baggage claims and even knowing her well I am still startled by her accent. I smile despite myself and wave.
"This is Dee?" Shaye whispers nervously.
"You bet," I say and walk faster to meet her, half afraid that she'll leap the baggage tracks in her eagerness to reach us. "The one and only."
She doesn't vault anything on her way to reach me, but I know, looking at her grin, that it's only because she's doing her best to Behave in the Conventional Fashion. She busses the air next to each cheek and turns to Shaye. "You, you are Shaye, no?"
"Sure," Shaye mutters, her flush intensifying as she studies her carry-on bag.
"I saw Ardelle's bags, but I don't know which are yours, dear." Dee already has me by the arm and is leading me toward one of the conveyor belts. "I'll assume that they'll be in the same batch as Ardelle's. Come, let us find them." She drags us across the concourse chatting at me all the while, short dark hair flying wildly about her animated face. "I thought you could have the first day for resting and recovering from your flights since you've come in so late, and we can see the sights the next day. Then, coffee in the morning of the day after and <the Drugstore> in the evening, you know, that lesbian bar I was telling you about? Next day, shopping downtown, day after there's going to be a party at my place. Then a quiet day in the park, a picnic and such, and final day resting and packing. Sounds good, yes?"
"<The Drugstore?>" Shaye interjects with doubt in her voice.
"Well, yes," Dee replies. "How else will Ardelle find hot girls to love? And here, she can get married and get citizenship and live here with us!"
"I think that's a little far in the future," I say with a laugh and no little embarressment. Shaye is frowning now and refuses to meet my eyes. Best friend or no, since I've come out to her she's been really awkward, but now is not the time to discuss such things.
"Yes, yes," Dee agrees, green eyes sparkling with mischief, "But you have not yet met hot Canadian girls such as we have here in Montreal! Talented, beautiful... <they are magnificent!> You will love them, truly."
"I'm sure I will," I reply, and then Shaye moves past us to reach one of the conveyor belts. The line of her back is stiff as she pulls her bags off the track. I step up to the track as well and pull off my two bags. Dee immediately snatches the larger of the two and makes a move to take one of Shaye's, but Shaye jerks them both out of her immediate reach.
"Shaye?" I ask.
"I can carry them myself," she says with a scowl. Dee and I stare at her, and she abruptly seems to notice that she's upset Dee. "Sorry." She manages a crooked smile. "Tired and cranky."
"Just a bit," I say.
"No matter," Dee says with a stiff smile. "You are here, and you can rest at your leisure tonight and tomorrow."
"If you say so," Shaye replies.
"I do," says Dee, and she spins to face me with a grin. "Let us go, then! To the car!"

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By 'car' Dee apparently meant 'rusted heap of junk held together with frozen bolts and plastic'. I had eyed the vehicle doubtfully when we first reached it, but it was while actually riding in it that I began to really fear for my life.
Dee, it seems, is an aggressive driver. By 'aggressive' I mean 'grab the oh shit handles and pray to whatever deity you favor most because we're going for a ride'. Between her driving and the random swerving of all of the traffic around the potholes, it was, to say the least, exciting. I held onto the doorframe of the front seat with all of my strength as we bounced out of another pothole and shot over two lanes to reach an exit ramp. A horn blared, but Dee seemed completely unconcerned as she continued speaking.
"-so the Japanese Rock Band, Himitsu, is playing downtown tonight. Parking will be hell, and even though I called ahead to check your reservations you might have moved rooms. What I'm going to do is drop you off, and if you need anything call me because I don't expect to be able to park anywhere. Hey!" She swerved suddenly into the other lane, and I tightened my grip on the car handle as she threw an obscene gesture at a car double parked on the side walk. "Pis le maudit tabarnack qui c'est parker en double s'un trottoire!"