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Waking Up In Vegas

WHO: Dazzler and Archangel
WHERE: Las Vegas somewhere. Probably right on the strip.
WHEN: Earlyish this morning. Probably between 8-10 somewhere.
WARNINGS: None. Just reference to some things that went down during the Desire mess.
SUMMARY: Now that they got their heads screwed back on straight, Ali and War have a talk. They also have to devise a way to get all of their newly found belongings home because where did all this stuff come from. 8|
FORMAT: Parangst.

There was something obviously different when Warren woke in the morning. The desperate urge to shake off all of his responsibilities in exchange for having some fun were all gone; there was a calmness in his head instead.

However, things weren't right still. Everything in front of him was hazy and like seeing double, and just the faintest of light coming in through the window across from the bed sent his head into a throbbing mess of pain. He was also drenched in a layer of sweat and his hair clumped against his forehead. Warren felt so sick. It was so bad that his stomach was turning just from looking around the room, and he knew he'd have to find his way to the washroom. So he sloppily pulled himself from the bed, shaky and wobbly on his feet as he stumbled across the room. Random objects were littered about the room and Warren was barely even able to step around them - bottles of booze, clothing, a motorcyle, a table full of casino chips, bills, and powder?

Jesus fucking Christ. Just the sight of it all made him feel more ill, and he got himself into the washroom fast enough to get sick in the toilet. Kneeling there gave him enough time to recount what he'd done the night before, and it was a wonder he was still alive. A healing factor could only be relied on so much, of course; fatal injuries, sickness, and overdoses were still difficult for the body to bounce back from, and with the amount of stuff he'd drank and snorted up his nose...shit. He needed Alison. She had to kick start that healing...

But Warren couldn't move from his spot. He'd finished being sick and leaned back on the floor against the cool porcelain of the tub. Nights hadn't been this bad since he lived out in LA with the Defenders before losing his sight. He'd grown out of this crap! Something had to have possessed him or something because there was no way in hell he would have allowed for himself to revert back to this on his own. No. Not so bad that he would have resorted to messing himself up so badly.

It was the psyches. The combination of Death and his workload and everything else shitty that was happening in Warren's life that had caused the cravings, right? Was he really that weak?

"Ughhhhhgn..." he groaned and lifted his hand to wipe the sweat away -- only instead of hand he got a whole bunch of leather sleeve and fuzzy handcuff in his face. "What the hell?"

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Alison opened her eyes when she heard the groaning and she blinked quite a few times. She felt like complete and utter shit, but there was no way she was going to dwell on that and lay here all day. She shut her eyes again and allowed a glow to consume her body. Her light cleansed her system quite easily, but it was still a pain to do. Ali didn't use that part of her power that much, and there was a good reason for it. Doing so always hurt so much.

She sat up and pushed her hair back, spitting out something that was in her mouth. Warren's feathers? She made a face before looking down at herself, eyes widening at the sight of a feathered boa, sequined underwear, and fishnets. What the hell was---? What did she and Warren..?

Her gaze travelled to the rest of the room and her jaw nearly hit the ground. Why was there a MOTORCYCLE in here?! Eventually, she stumbled up and went towards the bathroom, hoping Warren would be in there and not like, dead or something.

"Honey?" She asked quietly when she saw him. Alison bit her lip, knowing she needed to cleanse him just a little too. So she approached him, sat down and pressed a glowing hand against him. When she was done letting her light flow inside of him, she collapsed backwards.

"Uhnn,"

"Ali?" he groaned and crawled over her, lifting his hand to the side of her face. "Hey...wake up. Are you okay?"

The exhaustion of her powers would've got her, he knew, but that didn't make him any less concerned. Ali had just pumped that healing light into him, after all, so Warren would return the favour and take care of her back.

Reaching over to grab a cloth, he let it run under some cold water in the tub before lightly running it over her face.

Her eyes fluttered open after a few moments and she slowly sat up. She pushed her hair back again and hated that use of her power. It always knocked her out when she used it on other people.

"Warren?" She blinked. "Hi there."

"Hi," he breathed with a small sniff, reaching over to touch the topside of her hand. "Are you okay?"

They were a mess. Normally he would have leaned over, hugged and kissed her, and carried her back to bed, but he still felt a little disoriented and weakened with his healing kicked up like that. Not to mention he was gross and in desperate need to clean up, and...

What the hell were they wearing?

"Why are we here?"

"Yeah, just give me a second." Alison gave a small smile at him before she processed his question. Why were they here? She really didn't know, or remember. Just that they wanted to have fun and somehow they ended up here.

"I don't know--" She frowned. "Why is there a motorcycle out there?"

And more importantly, how did it even GET in here?!

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"I remember riding around on that."

And possibly having sex on it, but let's not think about that right now.

"You wanted it, so I bought it for you."

Oh, man, some memories were weird when they came back.

"Something's up. Something had to have been screwing with us."

Alison remembered that now. Wait. Why would she even ask Warren for something like that? Now she felt bad. There was no way in hell she would EVER ask her boyfriend to buy her a vehicle. That was just---ridiculous.

"I know.." She trailed off for a moment. "Why am I wearing this?"

It was probably his fault.

"I look tacky."

Warren dropped his gaze down to her body, and couldn't help the amused shrug. She didn't look that bad, really. "And here I thought I provided enough feathers for the both of us."

Stupid jokes were stupid in a situation like this, but he couldn't help it. It was either be obnoxious or throw a huge fit, and Warren just didn't have the energy for a tantrum. He could do that in an hour when he was feeling better.

So instead he just lifted his hands up to her, and gestured to the sets of fuzzy pink cuffs dangling off his wrists. "Get them off."

Alison remembered something at the sight of them, and she pulled something out of the side of her stockings. It was a small key and she used it to unlock the handcuffs. Alison stared for a moment before dropping it, and she shook her head. Ali then tore off her boa and trie to recall all the stuff they'd done. The motorcycle, the clubs, the shopping, De-

"There."

She'd made Warren buy her SO much crap. God, they'd have to return it to the store so he could get his money back.

Her little change in behaviour didn't go by unnoticed, so Warren scooted closer to her and placed a hand on the side of her face. "I'm sorry."

Her eyes widened again. "No, I am. I shouldn't have made you buy me all that stuff. How rude." She touched onto his wrist and held his hand there.

"I would've done it if you asked me or not," he rolled his eyes. "I'm a big idiot like that, remember? Don't worry about it; it's not like I don't have a few extra bucks."

Seriously; there were worse things to worry about right now, in his opinion. The money issue-- there was no money issue. Warren didn't even care about that at all.

"Why don't we clean up a bit, and then we can talk about this?"

But she did. She felt guilty and stupid about it. Alison was supposed to buy things for herself, not ask anyone else to do that. She bit her lip and dropped the subject, however, and merely nodded at him. There were more important things to discuss, that was for sure.

"Yeah, okay. That sounds like a good idea."

Warren gave a small nod before slowly climbing to his feet and offering her a hand up. "I don't know...I don't remember everything we did the last couple of nights. We just need to fix everything and get the hell back home."

They'd screwed off on the team, work, gigs...God, what the hell else had they messed up?

She took it and pulled herself to her feet. "God, I don't remember either."

CRAP. She had a HUGE gig all lined up and she completely screwed off on it. They needed to get home as quickly as possible, but how would they do that with all of this stuff?!

"This is really messed up..."

"I wish I had my comm," he muttered as he shrugged out of his jacket and looked down at the tub; no shower, but just a jacuzzi. Whatever. Clean was clean, so he started filling it up.

After picking all the champagne bottles out of it.

"Did you bring yours?"

Maybe then they could get a good idea as to what the hell caused this.

"I think so." She muttered. "It has to be around here somewhere...I just don't remember where I put it."

Alison sat on the edge of the tub and started pulling off her stockings. "What do you think it could have been? Like a spell, or something?"

"Maybe. I haven't talked to anyone since we went out on Tuesday."

Given the way everyone was acting that night, they would have had to have been affected too. Warren pondered that as he flushed the toilet and started brushing his teeth. Everyone had been so casual-- more casual than usual for some-- the night they went. No one seemed to think anything was up besides Selina, but even she was acting more uptight than Warren remembered her ever being.

As he finished and waited for the tub to fill, he leaned against the counter and watched Ali. Warren had dragged her along all over the place - bars, strip joints, parties, even this suite - and he felt horribly guilty about it now.

"Look, if there was anything I did that upset you..."

"You didn't." She assured wit a slight yawn. Alison looked at the floor for a moment before her gaze met his again. She was more upset at her own behaviour than anything else. She'd made Warren buy her stuff, she'd acted like a total case, she'd skipped out on stuff that was really important to her and ohmygod she remembered that night in the alley. She didn't even want to THINK about why she did that right now.

"We both did a lot of weird stuff." She assured with a frown. "Did I upset you at all?"

Just that night in the alley.

"I'll get over it," he mumbled and approached the tub distractedly to turn the water off. It was hot as hell, just how he wanted it, and he didn't look at her as he slipped his underwear off and climbed in. The tub was huge, and he gestured over to the other side of it if she was feeling up to cutting down on the amount of time they spent cleaning to share.

"I..." he was going to speak up and elaborate, but he dropped it again. He wasn't sure how to bring it up to her, but they had to talk about it. It was going to eat away at him if they didn't.

Alison knew, knew what he was referring to with that and it made her bite down on her lip again. God, she couldn't even believe their behaviour. Alison eventually pulled off her sparkly underwear and climbed into the tub.

"What is it?"

He was going to make her talk about it, she just knew that.

Again, Warren avoided looking her and just dipped himself lower in the water to busy himself with cleaning up.

It wasn't so much that they'd gone there and done that in that body that was bothering him. Hell, even the fact that he'd flipped out and killed people wasn't so unsettling; that was something he'd grown accustomed to trying hard to deal with since his Horseman programming returned. That didn't make it anymore right, but at least it wasn't out of character.

However, the fact that Death had taken him over and killed those people alongside Alison bugged him. They'd taken them out, destroyed the evidence, and then proceeded to...

"You know what I'm talking about," he said, his voice low. "The alley."

Alison pursed her lips together tightly and didn't say anything for a long time. She didn't know how to talk about it or where to even start. She'd killed people, and even if it wasn't as many as Death did, she still took lives. Not that she hadn't before, but still. It was something Ali did not like doing, or like Warren knowing.

"I..." She said softly. She wasn't looking at him either. God, he probably thought of her as completely different now. Alison made a huge effort to conceal what Mojoworld did to her. She held back when she fought, used her powers and everything. She never wanted anyone to see what she was really capable of. She kept herself at bay so she'd never fall into the old routine that used to be necessary to live in.

"What about it?"

Why was she making this hard? That frustrated Warren, and his tone became a little sharper and clearer. "I Deathed out and ripped a bunch of people apart. You helped me and then let me screw you right there. You don't think there's anything wrong with that?"

Because that was seriously messed up. Warren wasn't even technically aware of what was going on at all. That was all Death, and it was obvious too.

Alison gave him a look at how blunt that sounded. "Yes." Her gaze travelled again. Why were they talking about this in a tub?! "I'm...not really sure what to say about it, Warren."

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