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.
"Las Vegas (Spanish for The Meadows) is the most populous city in the U.S. state of Nevada, the seat of Clark County, and an internationally renowned major resort city for gambling, shopping, and entertainment. Las Vegas, billed as The Entertainment Capital of the World, is famous for the number of casino resorts and associated entertainment."
Weyland and Scarlet find themselves in front of the iconic welcome sign of the city. A chill breeze is blowing from the desert and a black Lamborghini is parked nearby, as if waiting for them. The license plates, reading 'BAD1', are a hint of to whom the car belongs.
"Welcome to my city, dearest..." The Devil is wearing snug black leather pants and a black t-shirt, hair pulled up in a ponytail, and medium-heeled boots. "I missed it here."
Weyland, in his tasteful suit, does not feel out of place.
"You're lucky," he murmurs with a smile. "It's much more exciting than my city, and suits you better than mine does me. What shall we do first? Find us a room, get some dinner?"
"Both." She tugs him to the car. "We will find the most indecent luxurious and beautiful hotel-casino of The Strip and take the Penthouse apartment. Then we can order and eat in the living room, listening to the fabulous sound system, or we can go down to the restaurant... your pick"
"...I think I want to eat in the bathtub," he says. "Just because we can. Assuming it's big enough to, and I can't imagine it wouldn't be... it seems decadent."
He follows her into the car, not bothering with his seat belt.
"I'm not often with someone else who eats, so... are in the mood for anything in particular? I would suggest not soup, but beyond that, whatever you like."
"We should start on the most expensive end of the menu, and the most tasty as well. Truffles and caviar are what spring to mind, escorted by ridiculously expensive champagne. Then strawberries with chocolate fudge for dessert."
"And no mere bathtub, we will eat in the jacuzzi." She steps on the gas and the car obediently jumps ahead, entering the road, narrowly missing a few others.
"Oh, we should have vodka with gold too, then. Martinis with diamonds on the bottom, exotic fruit brought fresh everyday in express flights..." She is rich beyond human imagination, anything they want, they can have.
She is also a daring, reckless driver, cutting people off and giving them scares, the low rumble of the engine not covering the streams of profanity directed at her.
This is her element indeed... she cuts in front of three people to roll into the entranceway of a huge hotel, raising more exalted screaming and cussing at her. The car is brought to a sop and she slides out the window, not bothering with the door, and also giving a bit of a show with her flexibility. "Here we are, dearest. The fun is about to begin..."
She tosses the keys to a valet, blowing the young man a kiss, then slips arm into Weyland's "Lovely, dear, dearest, you have no idea... now, you will have the chance to see The Devil in action in her natural environment."
As they move to the doors, an older man is coming out, roaring and cursing into his cell phone. Scarlet produces a marble out of nowhere ad rolls it on the floor towards Angry man.
Angry man does not see it, slips on it and faceplants/headbutts the crotch of a security guard, who crumples and falls and takes down an older lady holding a poodle. The dog flies and lands in the arms of an expensively-dressed bride, where it unceremoniously soils and wets itself in fright, ruining the dress.
The phone? Oh, the poor little mobile flies away, clatters on the pavement and drops down an open sewer grate. "Don't you just hate people who yell on their phones in public? They seem to think being on the phone crates a magical booth of privacy around them."
He watches the chain of events, with that same playful grin.
"I do, yes," he agrees. "But then, I find phones in public to be rude in general--keep it short or keep it private, is my view. The world isn't everyone's living room, so they shouldn't treat it as one."
"Indeed." Behind them the Bride is trying to rip Dog Lady a new one, while Dog Lady is trying to fend off Bride and beat Angry Guy. The Security wisely scurried off.
The Devil struts to the front desk with her escort, leaning over the counter. "Scarlet D'Auville, reservation for the penthouse." The clerk checks the computer and frowns slightly. "I am sorry, ma'am, but there is a guest already in there. I can offer one of the honeymoon suites."
The Devil shakes head. "Who is in the penthouse. Mr. [John Doe]?" And before the clerk can answer, she adds with a smirk. "The distinct gentleman who is standing naked on the Blackjack table nearer the fountain, and yodeling while masturbating?"
The Clerk eyes her, flabbergasted, and The Devil just smirk. "Go check my dear, and please have the penthouse ready by the time we finish having a drink." She drops a black Amex and driver's license of the counter and tugs Weyland away towards the hotel's bar.
Weyland and Scarlet find themselves in front of the iconic welcome sign of the city. A chill breeze is blowing from the desert and a black Lamborghini is parked nearby, as if waiting for them. The license plates, reading 'BAD1', are a hint of to whom the car belongs.
"Welcome to my city, dearest..." The Devil is wearing snug black leather pants and a black t-shirt, hair pulled up in a ponytail, and medium-heeled boots. "I missed it here."
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"You're lucky," he murmurs with a smile. "It's much more exciting than my city, and suits you better than mine does me. What shall we do first? Find us a room, get some dinner?"
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It rumbles to like like the largest cat in the world, then thrums satisfied... the Devil runs fingertips over the console. "I missed you too, baby."
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"I'm not often with someone else who eats, so... are in the mood for anything in particular? I would suggest not soup, but beyond that, whatever you like."
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"And no mere bathtub, we will eat in the jacuzzi." She steps on the gas and the car obediently jumps ahead, entering the road, narrowly missing a few others.
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He chuckles, glancing out the window.
"I must be moving up in the world."
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She is also a daring, reckless driver, cutting people off and giving them scares, the low rumble of the engine not covering the streams of profanity directed at her.
The Devil is seeding Wrath.
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Once is more than enough, if it's forever.
He enjoys watching her work--she seems to be in her element here, much more than in the bar, and it intrigues him.
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"I can't wait to see how it will unfold," he murmurs, moving to her side. "You're a beautifully imaginative woman..."
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As they move to the doors, an older man is coming out, roaring and cursing into his cell phone. Scarlet produces a marble out of nowhere ad rolls it on the floor towards Angry man.
Angry man does not see it, slips on it and faceplants/headbutts the crotch of a security guard, who crumples and falls and takes down an older lady holding a poodle. The dog flies and lands in the arms of an expensively-dressed bride, where it unceremoniously soils and wets itself in fright, ruining the dress.
The phone? Oh, the poor little mobile flies away, clatters on the pavement and drops down an open sewer grate. "Don't you just hate people who yell on their phones in public? They seem to think being on the phone crates a magical booth of privacy around them."
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"I do, yes," he agrees. "But then, I find phones in public to be rude in general--keep it short or keep it private, is my view. The world isn't everyone's living room, so they shouldn't treat it as one."
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The Devil struts to the front desk with her escort, leaning over the counter. "Scarlet D'Auville, reservation for the penthouse." The clerk checks the computer and frowns slightly. "I am sorry, ma'am, but there is a guest already in there. I can offer one of the honeymoon suites."
The Devil shakes head. "Who is in the penthouse. Mr. [John Doe]?" And before the clerk can answer, she adds with a smirk. "The distinct gentleman who is standing naked on the Blackjack table nearer the fountain, and yodeling while masturbating?"
The Clerk eyes her, flabbergasted, and The Devil just smirk. "Go check my dear, and please have the penthouse ready by the time we finish having a drink." She drops a black Amex and driver's license of the counter and tugs Weyland away towards the hotel's bar.
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Well, if you're going to be evil, why be subtle about it?
But he does chuckle as he walks with her to the bar.
"Tell me... was he the sort of man who would do that sort of thing if only he had the courage, or was that all your doing?"
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