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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[mechanicalswans]

"Anything for you, my dearest," he says, closing his eyes and just enjoying her nearness. "They're bound to have a jewelry store here, are they not?"

[7twistedwishes]

"Most likely... they have everything you can imagine here, or know how to get it." She takes his arm, letting one of the staff take care of their earnings. "Drinks first?" The bar is a short walk away.

[mechanicalswans]

"Drinks, yes," he says, starting with her toward the bar.

"They've thought of everything, here. A person can be very pampered here..."

[7twistedwishes]

"If one can pay for it, in cash or otherwise. This is a city of sin and indulgence, of dreams, fantasies and delirium, of deception and defeat." Sh leans a bit to Weyland while they walk. "I want to show you everything this place has to offer."

[mechanicalswans]

"I am a most eager student," he says. "I want to see everything you want to show me."

[7twistedwishes]

Oh, that kind of talk gets him a lap-devil: as it is the nature of generous, heavy-spending guests, nobody makes notice of it, and they are brought their drinks quickly. "You always know what to say to make me pleased..."

[mechanicalswans]

"And you know just what to say to make me feel cared for," he murmurs, a little surprised--but not displeased--at having her on his lap again.

A beautiful woman, good drinks, the envy of onlookers--what's more to want?

[7twistedwishes]

"Because I care for you, Weyland Smith." She strokes her companion's cheek, smiling softly to him. "You are good to me."

[mechanicalswans]

"You deserve someone who is good to you," he says. "I see where I am, I see how I have been treated, and if I can keep the same from happening to you--at least for a little while--then I am happy to do it."

[7twistedwishes]

And she kisses him.

Because right now, words would betray her, and she might end saying things that would shake their relationship.

Really, words would not be good right now.

[mechanicalswans]

No, words would not be good.

Without words, he can convince himself that everything is normal, that everything is exactly as it appears.

He doesn't have to confront the possibility that this may all be a lie.

[7twistedwishes]

Oh, that is good. Because if he did, she would be exposed, and revealed, and would be under his power.

No matter what she feels for Weyland, The Devil fears little as she fears losing the last bit of self, the last bit of freedom: she fears what anyone might decide to do with the last flame of her heart.

Right now, she just clings to the smith of the gods.

[mechanicalswans]

And he has no objections to being clung to.

They are, after all, both young and beautiful in appearance, and have won quite a lot of money in a casino. Is that not what people are expected to do?

[7twistedwishes]

That and kissing, drinking and making out: some people cast glances of jealousy over the happy couple, specially when The Devil does straddle Weyland's lap, her dress riding up to the limits of decency. Of course, most of the spectators see the beautiful woman just paying her due in attentions to her rich 'sugar daddy'.

Very few notice the true feelings mixed in. "I am going to make you the most envied man in the city..."

[mechanicalswans]

"I think I already was," he murmurs, nuzzling her ear, "but even more so with each passing moment. I hope you are envied as well, my dearest one..."

[7twistedwishes]

"Weyland, I am here with you; I do not really care what anyone might think." She nuzzles his cheeks. "This vacation was a wonderful idea... what you want to do now?"

[mechanicalswans]

"I believe there was some talk of diamonds," he says. "Perhaps we should go shopping. Do you think they'd let us bring drinks in with us?"

[7twistedwishes]

"Hmm, yes, shopping." That is reason to get up and take their glasses. "Let us? Honey, we are rich, beautiful and magically wonderful. We will take out drinks along and everybody will just have to cater to our little manias..." She plans to be charming and tip heavily, so... privileges will be claimed.

[mechanicalswans]

He stands, collecting a refill on his drink before looking to her.

"I think I want to be eccentric," he says.

[7twistedwishes]

"eccentric we shall be, then.." And she lets Weyland take point and lead them to the exploration of a jewelry store.

[mechanicalswans]

"We shall."

He leads her on a leisurely stroll toward the shops, off the main lobby of the hotel.

[7twistedwishes]

Scarlet walks with him; indeed, they have a jewelery store, very well supplied.

Why risk the guests going somewhere else to spend money, right?

Discreetly, The Devil slips a black Amex into Weyland's pocket, whispering... "Your baccarat winnings."

[mechanicalswans]

"Mmmm."

The jewelry isn't really to his tastes--almost no one makes jewelry anymore that is to his tastes, and he can make it just as well himself--but he wants to buy things for her, to let her show off. He wants her to feel cared-for, even if the money comes so easily and without effort.

"You have such lovely skin--I think yellow gold would look best on you."

[7twistedwishes]

Indeed, most of the things there are dangerously close to tacky: made for drunken, lustful humans wanting to waste money. "If you don't like what they have here, we can go find a real jewelery store... I know a few places that would open just for us."

[mechanicalswans]

"I think that may be best," he says. "Especially if they will let us bring our drinks. You deserve to be adorned, not decorated like a Christmas tree."

A pause, and a smile.

"Although that could be fun... in private."