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.
Sometime past midnight, for the night is young: The Devil guides her lover into the Casino, after doing her best to convince him to try jeans, a silk shirt and a blazer jacket, with comfortable shoes.
Herself? She picked a nice slinky red dress to wear.
Both of them get their share of looks when entering the gambling space.
He is easily enough persuaded--he doesn't mind dressing more casually or more flashily than usual, as long as the clothing is well-made and fits properly. Which has the desired effect.
"You are radiant," he murmurs as he walks along with her.
The Devil smiles brightly to him. "Thank you dear... but I am just trying to look as good as you." Lets be clear, Weyland has a really handsome presence, he has panache and style.
Or at least that is what Scarlet thinks. "You strike as a man of poker, blackjack or baccarat."
"And I'm just trying not to get thrown out for being so far beneath your league," he says with a smile.
"And yes--I've never been one for games of pure chance. I like to play against others, see how their skills compare to mine. I've always been the competitive sort."
"So... poker? I bet you can do a very, very good poker face, and intimidate the fools." The Devil winks, walking along with him. "Or shall we go straight into Baccarat, the game that separates the men from boys?"
Oh yes, the first stop is the cashier, where they can get a reasonable amount of chips. "A hundred thousand sounds good for a start? I think a chemin de fer round is about to start over there.
"I am at your command, liebchen," he says, glancing around at the tables. "I doubt anyone would be much competition for you--you would be a joy to watch."
"As you like," he murmurs, nodding. "Though I'm not sure this crowd particularly needs both of us to defeat them. You could do it just fine on your own, without my even playing."
"I know. But I like not just to win, but to win in style. Whoever loses to me must lose in a very throughout way." She takes they chip tray with that hundred thousand. "Shall we?"
"Of course," he says. "For my part, I like the extent of the loss to fit the height of the pride involved. The more convinced someone is that he can beat me, and do it easily, the more thoroughly I like to defeat him."
"I imagine that should be easy to find here. That man--that one over there in the grey suit, with that woman I'm sure he's paying. He looks like a good candidate."
Herself? She picked a nice slinky red dress to wear.
Both of them get their share of looks when entering the gambling space.
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"You are radiant," he murmurs as he walks along with her.
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Or at least that is what Scarlet thinks. "You strike as a man of poker, blackjack or baccarat."
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"And yes--I've never been one for games of pure chance. I like to play against others, see how their skills compare to mine. I've always been the competitive sort."
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Oh yes, the first stop is the cashier, where they can get a reasonable amount of chips. "A hundred thousand sounds good for a start? I think a chemin de fer round is about to start over there.
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Maybe even entice some Wrath on the way, she hopes.
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"I imagine that should be easy to find here. That man--that one over there in the grey suit, with that woman I'm sure he's paying. He looks like a good candidate."
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GreySuit eyes them, sizing up the smith and ogling the fallen angel.
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No, as far as anyone needs to know, he is just a man out for an evening at a casino with a beautiful woman who is probably not his wife.
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That, of course, has the man riled, since Weyland's woman is much, much more tempting and attractive than the plain mortal with him.
Welcome, Envy.
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Weyland, though, slips into the role of a small-town man aspiring to worldliness--surely this must be his first time at such a casino.
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