[I haven't been to Vegas in awhile so my view is probably wrong, sorry
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Angel swallowed, casting Penelope a look that clearly read:
please don't leave me. She hoped Penny didn't see her, because it kinda hurt if she'd walked out anyway. She sighed and pulled her knees up against her chest, feeling strangely awkward. "You got quiet fast," Daemeon remarked, watching her from where he was still reclining on the floor.
"Yeah, it's just that I'm alone with a guy who kidnapped me in a strange hotel room in a city I have no idea where I am." She exhaled roughly, before pushing to her feet. "C'mon, let's do something. Jason and Pheonix are probably worried sick-" she rubbed her face.
"Okay, I'll take you out, but I have conditions. One, you seriously need some clothes, because I really don't want to spend our entire aquaintance with you in the same clothes. Just kinda...unattractive. And two, no talking about the guys we just ditched. They're fine, believe me, we'll pick them up later. When it's absolutely necessary. Ready?"
Angel shrugged. "Yeah, whatever, lemme wash up. My mouth still tastes like throw up and that's nasty."
"Wow. You are not helping your hotness level."
"Yeah, I don't care." She gurgled a little water and twisted her hair into a side braid. "Ready." He nodded and held the door for her.
Ten or fifteen minutes later found Daemeon guiding a completely psyched Angel in a side entrance to Ceasar's palace. "Oh, my, the fountains!" She grinned at him over her shoulder. "Did you know Evil Kanevil jumped over the water show?"
"No, that's actually pretty cool." It was the first random fact Angel had spouted that'd actually been interesting and not solely entertaining. Nearly forty-five minutes later, he'd endured her raptures over the cloud painted ceilings, sculptured fountain, and the foot of the Eiffel Tower that came through one room and he was waiting for her to change.
"Okay." He turned slowly, eyebrows raising in mute appreciation as he ran his yellow eyes over her short, tight black tube dress and gladiator heels. Damn, he was actually starting to forget the unattractiveness of seeing her throw up.
"Okay what?" He asked.
She swung the bag, containing the other stuff she'd bought, over her shoulder. "One, how is one guy so damn freaking rich? And two, damn, you make a tight black polo and distressed jeans look amazingly hot." She cocked her head as she strode towards him. "Is the dress necessary, though?"
"One, Hades is the God of the Underworld, and the riches of the world. Two, I'm just that awesome. And yeah, the dress is necessary."
She made a face, but walked beside him as he started out of the store. "Can you slow down a little, Daemeon," she grabbed his arm to help herself from falling. He looked down at her.
"Okay," he sighed as if it were a chore. Angel punched him in the arm.
"Wow, you're so kind," she groaned as she followed him through an entrance onto the bridge that passed to the outside. "Can we stop for a minute?" She stepped up against the glass, staring out at all the lights. She could see the edge of the Eiffel Tower, the hotel with the roller coaster around it, and several elaborate billboards. "It's beautiful."
Daemeon stepped up behind her, close enough for her to feel him shrug. "It gets less impressive the more often you see it." She turned and gave him a small smile before grabbing his hand like at the club.
"Show me," she said, pulling him gently down the bridge.