Viva Bedazzled Las Vegas

[7twistedwishes]

It is actually a two-step trip: using the door from Milliways lands the couple at Scarlet's place in San Fancisco, but in the same fraction of a second, she wills herself and Weyland to be somewhere else.

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[7twistedwishes]

"Las Vegas (Spanish for The Meadows) is the most populous city in the U.S. state of Nevada, the seat of Clark County, and an internationally renowned major resort city for gambling, shopping, and entertainment. Las Vegas, billed as The Entertainment Capital of the World, is famous for the number of casino resorts and associated entertainment."

Weyland and Scarlet find themselves in front of the iconic welcome sign of the city. A chill breeze is blowing from the desert and a black Lamborghini is parked nearby, as if waiting for them. The license plates, reading 'BAD1', are a hint of to whom the car belongs.

"Welcome to my city, dearest..." The Devil is wearing snug black leather pants and a black t-shirt, hair pulled up in a ponytail, and medium-heeled boots. "I missed it here."

[mechanicalswans]

Weyland, in his tasteful suit, does not feel out of place.

"You're lucky," he murmurs with a smile. "It's much more exciting than my city, and suits you better than mine does me. What shall we do first? Find us a room, get some dinner?"

[7twistedwishes]

"Both." She tugs him to the car. "We will find the most indecent luxurious and beautiful hotel-casino of The Strip and take the Penthouse apartment. Then we can order and eat in the living room, listening to the fabulous sound system, or we can go down to the restaurant... your pick"

[mechanicalswans]

"...I think I want to eat in the bathtub," he says. "Just because we can. Assuming it's big enough to, and I can't imagine it wouldn't be... it seems decadent."

[7twistedwishes]

"What you would like to eat in the bathtub?" She slips into the car, starting the massive Italian-made engine.

It rumbles to like like the largest cat in the world, then thrums satisfied... the Devil runs fingertips over the console. "I missed you too, baby."

[mechanicalswans]

He follows her into the car, not bothering with his seat belt.

"I'm not often with someone else who eats, so... are in the mood for anything in particular? I would suggest not soup, but beyond that, whatever you like."

[7twistedwishes]

"We should start on the most expensive end of the menu, and the most tasty as well. Truffles and caviar are what spring to mind, escorted by ridiculously expensive champagne. Then strawberries with chocolate fudge for dessert."

"And no mere bathtub, we will eat in the jacuzzi." She steps on the gas and the car obediently jumps ahead, entering the road, narrowly missing a few others.

[mechanicalswans]

"You know," he muses, "I've never had any of those desserts they put edible gold on. I think maybe we should. And a jacuzzi... even better."

He chuckles, glancing out the window.

"I must be moving up in the world."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, we should have vodka with gold too, then. Martinis with diamonds on the bottom, exotic fruit brought fresh everyday in express flights..." She is rich beyond human imagination, anything they want, they can have.

She is also a daring, reckless driver, cutting people off and giving them scares, the low rumble of the engine not covering the streams of profanity directed at her.

The Devil is seeding Wrath.

[7twistedwishes]

There are actually two, 'mirrored' penthouse apartments at the top of the casino-hotel: Weyland and The Devil get the south side one, with the pool area facing the front of the building.

Their first sight is of a door at the end of a short hallway and past that a small lobby with bead curtains separating it from the spacious, luxurious front room.

One word defines what they see so far: comfort.

[mechanicalswans]

And he is pleased with what he sees so far.

In his philosophy, luxury should not be about extravagance but rather about quality--the cheap and flashy does not interest him. But this is a case of something being expensive because it is good, and not simply ostentatious.

"You come here often, then?" he asks softly.

[7twistedwishes]

"Not too often, or the place would lose its luster." She dismisses the clerk with a generous tip, closing and locking the door.

Privacy. "And here we are. Alone."

[mechanicalswans]

"So we are."

He takes advantage of the being-alone to untie his tie, as he glances around.

"I tend to go to the same places over and over again. Creature of habit, I suppose."

[7twistedwishes]

She does remove his tie completely, and then the jacket of the suit. "Well, I will make sure to raise your interest in vacationing with me."

She tugs Weyland to the big couch, but then changes mind and guides him to the pool terrace. "I think we should order food and eat in the jacuzzi."

[mechanicalswans]

"You've already got my interest," he says with a quiet chuckle, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs on the way to the terrace. "And food sounds like an excellent idea--and drinks, lots of drinks. I could use a few less inhibitions tonight, I think."

[7twistedwishes]

She takes two steps to the phone, dialing room service: the order is simple, caviar, blintz, champagne of some hideously expensive and extreme-quality kind... while she orders, The Devil is undressing as well.

No, she does not plan to wear a bikini, why?

[mechanicalswans]

Well, that's for the best. Weyland has no swimsuit, and doesn't particularly want to wear his boxers in the water.

He's not exactly shy, either. He undresses slowly, draping his clothes over a chair.

[7twistedwishes]

Sometime past midnight, for the night is young: The Devil guides her lover into the Casino, after doing her best to convince him to try jeans, a silk shirt and a blazer jacket, with comfortable shoes.

Herself? She picked a nice slinky red dress to wear.

Both of them get their share of looks when entering the gambling space.

[mechanicalswans]

He is easily enough persuaded--he doesn't mind dressing more casually or more flashily than usual, as long as the clothing is well-made and fits properly. Which has the desired effect.

"You are radiant," he murmurs as he walks along with her.

[7twistedwishes]

The Devil smiles brightly to him. "Thank you dear... but I am just trying to look as good as you." Lets be clear, Weyland has a really handsome presence, he has panache and style.

Or at least that is what Scarlet thinks. "You strike as a man of poker, blackjack or baccarat."

[mechanicalswans]

"And I'm just trying not to get thrown out for being so far beneath your league," he says with a smile.

"And yes--I've never been one for games of pure chance. I like to play against others, see how their skills compare to mine. I've always been the competitive sort."

[7twistedwishes]

"So... poker? I bet you can do a very, very good poker face, and intimidate the fools." The Devil winks, walking along with him. "Or shall we go straight into Baccarat, the game that separates the men from boys?"

Oh yes, the first stop is the cashier, where they can get a reasonable amount of chips. "A hundred thousand sounds good for a start? I think a chemin de fer round is about to start over there.

[mechanicalswans]

"I am at your command, liebchen," he says, glancing around at the tables. "I doubt anyone would be much competition for you--you would be a joy to watch."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, no, you play. I watch." She moves to whisper in his ear. "And I distract the other players too."

[mechanicalswans]

"As you like," he murmurs, nodding. "Though I'm not sure this crowd particularly needs both of us to defeat them. You could do it just fine on your own, without my even playing."