bloodyrockgod: (i love las vegas by miggy)
Charlie Pace ([personal profile] bloodyrockgod) wrote2006-02-08 01:35 pm

[livejournal.com profile] milliways_bar OOM: Vegas, baby.

Las Vegas.

At certain times of day the Strip appears nearly deserted; at others, cars move a crawl and the sidewalks are packed with people looking for an endless variety of a good time.

It's never cold in Las Vegas--it's just varying degrees of hot. The grand hotels cast shadows and there are fountains up and down the Strip, though few are intended to cool off the tourists as much as amuse them. There are few places to just sit and watch the city go past: the intention is to bring you inside, to gamble and shop and take in a show or two.

It's a strange city, of long nights and slow days, and there's a nervy sort of energy brought by vast amounts of money changing hands, of celebrities getting away for a wild night, of lives changing with a roll of the dice.

It's a perfect city, though, for a pair of dreamers to celebrate each other. Whether they take the High Octane option of Charlie's plans or the Lazy Day option, it's good just to be here, together.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-08 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Haven't been here for a while, Charl."

He looks out on the city before turning to the most important thing in it.

"Looks even better than the last time."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-08 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He leans close to Charlie.

"Well, I was thinking of nibbling on your earlobes before..."

He grins, sly and happy and amused.

"I don't know. You have any plans?"

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-08 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles at Charlie.

"Casino?"

He's bouncing.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-08 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks to Charlie and nods to the strip.

"Where'd you book us, babe? Any place sounds good to me."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-09 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
He nods.

"Then let's do the Bellagio. The better to haul the money."

Beam.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-09 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Innocent puppy face.

"Just a little fun. Nothing, uh...we're going to get caught doing."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-09 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
The innocent puppy face isn't going away.

"I won't. Just, uh, don't be surprised if you get a lucky streak."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-09 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
He runs his nose against the line of Charlie's jaw near the ear and kisses just below.

"You're amazing."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-09 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
A kiss.

And then he's looking straight at Charlie.

"Can we go make ridiculous amounts of money?"

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-09 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
He seems to be alone. Is that an answer?"

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-09 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Right here, baby. Can't go wrong."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-09 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
The man at the wheel gives him an eyebrow before setting it to spin, watching as the ball skitters and spins. It looks as if it might end up in the 45...before popping over into the 20 slot as it stops.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-09 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
A few more spins and Charlie wins.

And wins.

And wins.

And there's a soft chuckle in Charlie's ear.