BACHELOR PARTY, BITCHES! (open)

[sexxx_violence]

It's like the perfect toy. Las Vegas, Sin Fucking City. Miles of nothing but vice, laid out in grids of temptation. Sins of pride, of greed, of gluttony waiting for the unwary. And Darkness deep and bloody, sins of the flesh at every turn, nubile bodies writhing for your dollars, beckoning you and your wallet near with crooked fingers. Come

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[sexxx_violence]

Azrael's got a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of firewhiskey in the other. He's actually still clothed, but that probably won't last for too much longer, his shades firmly fixed on his face.

He's humming to himself, one of the songs that those oh so handsome Australian men had danced to, and waiting to see who comes out of the elevators or in through the doors first. He's primed and ready to go, ready to swallow down as much mischief and mayhem as the city can provide in one night as possible.

[destiny_keeper]

Drake appears from across the room, still fixated on those nice Australian men, and careers into Azrael.

"My lord, I believe I am in-ineb-ine- drunk."

[sexxx_violence]

"Oh, baby -- you're tore up from the floor up, look at you." He laughs, slinging an arm around Drake. "Looks good on you, love."

He takes a drag off his cigarette, grinning wickedly. "Well then, Drake, what shall we do next? We're the men of the hour! We've got to go and amuse ourselves somehow."

[destiny_keeper]

Drake looks around at all the flesh on offer, and then the small sober part of his brain reminds him that he's engaged. He twirls the ring on his finger absently.

"What is the traditional course of action?" When all else fails, custom will see him through.

[destiny_keeper]

There appears to be a vast quantity of flesh on display. Not that he is averse to regarding such things, but...oh my, that woman is not wearing clothes...

Drake has always been easily distracted and, with several shots of firewhiskey down his throat, he is drawn to all the sights and sounds of the venue. A child in a sweet shop is not even close.

If anyone else speaks to him tonight, it's possible he will not even remember it in the morning.

[ashes_ascending]

It's not often one sees Phoenix in a suit, or quite as immaculate as he is tonight. Well, besides the neck-tie dangling loose, and the open shirt collar.

"I won ten thousand dollars." He clicks the chips in his hand, grinning. "Sin's fun." Especially when his brothers powers are making very sure no angels will be falling tonight.

[destiny_keeper]

Drake claps Phoenix on the back. "You are here! What joy! Come - let us gamble some more, and then find the feathers."

[ashes_ascending]

Phoenix grins delightedly, and somewhat drunkenly. "How could I miss a night this, with two of my best friends? All right, I want to try roulette."

He leads Drake over to the table and hesitates, confused. "..Feathers?"