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]

"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]

The Devil goes start the jacuzzi, letting it fill and warm up to a good temperature.

When the food arrives, she will get the door completely naked, making the busboy gasp and stare...

[mechanicalswans]

Weyland is quickly naked as well, though no doubt the busboy would not be looking at him, not with Scarlet in the room.

[7twistedwishes]

The busboy is given a generous tip and ushered out.

"Help me with there, dear?" The Devil smiles to Weyland, picking up two trays. "Bring the ice buckets with the bottles and the glasses?"

She makes her way to the jacuzzi, already enjoying herself by simply being there, sharing the time with Weyland.

[mechanicalswans]

"Of course, little one," he says, moving to pick up the buckets and glasses and follow her. "I imagine, after that, they will be fighting among themselves for the privilege of bringing any more room service that we might order. Word will get around, if it hasn't already. Good way to inspire excellent service..."

A smile.

"Or fluster them so much that they drop things."

[7twistedwishes]

"Either way, fun." She glances back to Weyland grinning. "Eye-candy and generous tips, I am stirring them in two ways."

The trays are carefully set down, and The Devil enters the jacuzzi, shivering at the massaging bubble jets. "Oh, I have to do something nice for the people who make these wonderful things."

[mechanicalswans]

"So I noticed," he says with a quiet chuckle, as he sets the buckets and glasses down beside the jacuzzi. "And they are wonderful inventions, that's for sure--bathing in lakes and waterfalls may have its charms, but for relaxation, they have nothing on this."

He follows her in, settling in contentedly.

[7twistedwishes]

And a moment later he has a Devil on his lap. She reaches to fill glasses, and will be feeding him blintz and caviar. "Oh, a lot of charm, but in the right occasion. We can go camping sometime, just us and the silence away from civilization."

The Devil kisses Weyland's chin. "I know a nice island in the pacific..."

[mechanicalswans]

"As long as it isn't too hot," he murmurs, taking a glass once the drinks are poured, and draping his free arm around her waist. "I'm more of a winter man than a tropical one, it's just what's in my blood. But with you... I suppose I could make an exception."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, there is plenty of shade, and a fresh little valley, and a really chilly waterfall. And if we need to, I can just make us a beach house with air conditioning." She takes a drink as well, enjoying the amazing bubbly. "There is just one rule in my island... no clothes allowed."

[mechanicalswans]

"That sounds beautiful," he says, and raises his glass in toast.

"To getting away from everything for a while, going back to nature. It keeps us true to what we are."

[7twistedwishes]

She touches her glass to Weyland's. "To being ourselves. And damn society." The champagne is nothing short of excellent, and goes really well with the caviar.

Great company, drink and food, Scarlet could hardly wish for more.

[mechanicalswans]

"Mmmm."

He gives her a smile, and sips his drink.

Anything more he could possibly wish for, he could never have, and would defeat the purpose of this getaway anyway.

She is charming, she is beautiful, and she seems to care for him. Whether she genuinely does or not is beside the point; he is willing to settle for the appearance of affection, if there isn't any.

(But he suspects there is.)

[7twistedwishes]

If she does... The Devil is not saying.

Lady of lies.

It is hard to be who she is, what she is. "We should do things like this quite often."

[mechanicalswans]

"We should," he murmurs. "It's good to get away. I don't have any responsibilities here, and I'm not expected to work--I couldn't if I wanted to. Nothing to do but be with you."

[7twistedwishes]

"And have fun." Oh, yes, Weyland should not forget the 'fun' part. "You, me, and a city full of self-indulgence, and people ready to be manipulated. And an endless supply of material resources too."

[mechanicalswans]

"In that case," he says, "we should get rose petals. Red ones. Enough to cover the entire jacuzzi, two inches deep. Do you think they can manage that?"

[7twistedwishes]

"We can find out." She grins, winking. Out of nowhere The Devil has the phone on her hand and is dialing room service...

[mechanicalswans]

He sips his drink, watching her.

It's nice. Comfortable, even. But there's something... off. Something he can't quite place.

[7twistedwishes]

Maybe it is a word, or a confession. Maybe something deeper.

THe Devil is not lingering by that abyss: she orders the rose petals, using an irresistible cajoling tone, drawing in the flies with honey.

Millenia of convincing humans to do her bidding.