[ The question exists as to how long he'll last in this life. Maybe he'll lose it all on a bad table, maybe he'll get bored and move on to something else. (Not that anyone ever can move on from Vegas, not if they stay for too long to begin with. The desert gets its claws in and it doesn't let go. Even Eddie Ash isn't exempt from the rule.) ]
Just for you, darlin'.
[ He almost doesn't say anything at all, hanging on that beat of silence before her yawn. Her breath is warm even through the fabric of his shirt, not something he particularly minds in the relative cool of the evening. It's only now that the Strip really comes to life, lights glittering in a technicolor showcase. As easy as it is to think of oneself as jaded when it comes to the ins and outs, here, that's a sight that never really gets old. ]
Looks like we gotta get you home, [ he notes, though his voice doesn't carry any note of urgency. ] I'm not takin' the fall if you come into work tired tomorrow.
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Just for you, darlin'.
[ He almost doesn't say anything at all, hanging on that beat of silence before her yawn. Her breath is warm even through the fabric of his shirt, not something he particularly minds in the relative cool of the evening. It's only now that the Strip really comes to life, lights glittering in a technicolor showcase. As easy as it is to think of oneself as jaded when it comes to the ins and outs, here, that's a sight that never really gets old. ]
Looks like we gotta get you home, [ he notes, though his voice doesn't carry any note of urgency. ] I'm not takin' the fall if you come into work tired tomorrow.