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 2006-02-10 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
"No," he says solemnly, "they demand--"

Pounce.

Kisses.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
And Darien smiles at Charlie.

"Wouldn't want em any other way, though, now would you?"

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Blink.

...Darien, honey, Charlie's the blond, remember?

"What question? There was a question?"

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Pout.

"But I've got such a lovely distraction..."

Grin.

"I dunno, Charlie. What're you up for?"

No innuendo, oddly enough.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
He grins.

"Do you fry, Charlie Pace, or do you brown up nice?"

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
He nods.

"Never burn, baby."

A kiss.

"And not a tan line in sight."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Eyeroll.

"Well, no. There're children and jets and high-speed impact into water crotch first..."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
There is some chin rubbing.

"Hmmmmm...think we're getting out of here, babe. Just, uh, gotta get us some trunks."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Lucky streak?"

Grin.

"Shame I missed it. Must have been at the slot machines when that happened."

He catches the jeans and starts tugging them up.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"--I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with, Luck, be a lady with me."

Accompanied by his shirt being tucked down...and an impromptu roundhouse that lands a foot or so from Charlie.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
And he is given a laughing kiss for his prize before Darien lopes out of the room, bouncing.







He's never been to a water park. Not really on the training-to-be-a-thief class trip list.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-10 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
He chuckles.

"No puppy eyes necessary, baby. Besides, considering the melt job you did on me one day, I think I owe you the back massage."