Under the Las Vegas Moon [Jean-Paul]

[venus_afflicted]

He had pinpointed from the house in Colorado to the same rooftop in Vegas. It had been a while since he'd felt the need to retreat to that particular place and yet, tonight, he couldn't resist the siren call of it

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[lust_for_life]

Jean-Paul reads the text messages, then throws his phone out the window.

[venus_afflicted]

It was a couple of hours later when he sent the next messages:

Talk to me.

Come on, you can't ignore me all night.

I'm going to call Peter's, see if you're there.

He had no way of knowing they would never be received.

[lust_for_life]

Jean-Paul is incommunicado for hours. He gets out of the Nexus and spends a lot of time bumming around the streets, smoking cigarettes and kicking cans. At some point he found himself in a bar in District X, standing outside the mosh pit as some punk band tried desperately to be the next Dazzler.

He leaves at some ungodly hour, sits on the curb all Ian Mackeye style. None of this has helped, he's more confused than he was when he set out tonight.

He shows up at the rooftop eventually, figuring that's where Warren would be if he wasn't at home.

[venus_afflicted]

Warren hasn't moved. Okay, that's not true. He has the ashes on his shirt to indicate that he's been smoking and, not that Jean-Paul would know, but sometime around midnight or so he'd taken a leak off the alley side of the roof.

For now he's just sitting there, staring at the lights.