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."
There are actually two, 'mirrored' penthouse apartments at the top of the casino-hotel: Weyland and The Devil get the south side one, with the pool area facing the front of the building.
Their first sight is of a door at the end of a short hallway and past that a small lobby with bead curtains separating it from the spacious, luxurious front room.
In his philosophy, luxury should not be about extravagance but rather about quality--the cheap and flashy does not interest him. But this is a case of something being expensive because it is good, and not simply ostentatious.
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."
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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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Their first sight is of a door at the end of a short hallway and past that a small lobby with bead curtains separating it from the spacious, luxurious front room.
One word defines what they see so far: comfort.
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In his philosophy, luxury should not be about extravagance but rather about quality--the cheap and flashy does not interest him. But this is a case of something being expensive because it is good, and not simply ostentatious.
"You come here often, then?" he asks softly.
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Privacy. "And here we are. Alone."
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He takes advantage of the being-alone to untie his tie, as he glances around.
"I tend to go to the same places over and over again. Creature of habit, I suppose."
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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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