capeandcowllogs | Waking Up In Vegas

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?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Do you want to?" She beamed very happily at that idea. "I think that would make a lot of sense. I can even give you keys, EVEN if I know you would never use them."

Alison hadn't really lived with a boyfriend before. Sure, she'd lived with Roman for awhile, but that just turned into a mess when she got fat and all that mutant hysteria occured. She knew that wouldn't happen with Warren, of course. They were pretty much living together right now anyways; it just wasn't official.

"I'd probably get lost trying to find my way out your front door," he pointed out with a grin. "But, yeah, I mean I'm sure someone at the Institute could use a room considering we've got more people than space these days."

That would mean she'd have to suck it up and let him pay for stuff though. The prospect of that gladdened him because that would mean ketchup sandwiches would never happen again. Ever.

"So...let's do this?"

"Okay." She kissed him on the cheek as an added response. "And I'll share my closet with you, promise. We'll manage it!"

Alison was very happy with this idea and she actually couldn't wait to get home so they could officially be living together. She wasn't even dawning on the fact he'd be paying for stuff yet, either.

"Like you've got room for anything in there," he scoffed playfully before laying back and grinning up at her. "You'll also have to share your bathroom-- and your fridge and your DVD player and your bills. I hope you know what this means."

Oh, he was totally teasing her now.

Alison rolled her eyes and just leaned over to look at him. "I already share my DVD player with you, silly goose!" Seriously. She let him watch Bond all the time, horrible as it was.

As for the bills--she could live with that. If he was living there too, he could help pay them! That was okay.

"I think you're trying to tease me, Mr. Worthington."

"Of course I am. Where would we be right now if I never did that?" he smiled up at her and lifted a hand to caress the side of her face. "You will, however, come to embrace the Bond man. It's inevitable."

"I don't think so." She rolled her eyes playfully and smirked. "You can make me watch it as much as you want and it'll never happen."

"What's wrong with handsome, rich men in suits saving pretty ladies?" he teased.

"I already have one of those." She lulled. "I don't need to watch one on TV."

"Flatterer," he smirked before pulling her down for a kiss.

Alison sparkled a little when he pulled her down, letting her body rest against his as they kissed.

"We're supposed to be cleaning up."

Another kiss.

"Mmph...I forgot," he mumbled against her lips and slid his hand down her back. "We need to start being...responsible, hm?"

"Probably..." Alison uttered as one of her hands ended up in his hair. She kissed him deeply until there was a knock at the door.

Paranoid as always, Warren's body stiffened beneath her and he lifted his head to stare at the door. "Oh crap. Who the hell's that?!"

"I'll see. You just stay here." She kissed his forehead before sliding off him and the bed to approach the door. When she opened it, there was this younger guy standing there with a cart. It had a few items on with silver covers on it and Alison gave it a little look.

"What's this?"

The guy stared at her chest for a minute, then actually stared at her face. "Room service."

Alison perked an eyebrow and gestured for him to keep his eyes up. "We didn't order any, honey."

"Uhh," He stared at her chest again. "You did last night."

Alison glared a little and just took the cart. "...Thanks, I guess."

She shut the door and then pushed the cart into the room. Ali folded her arms as she stared down at it. "I guess we ordered room service, Warren."

"Sweet, I'm hungry," he sat up happily. With that healing factor going crazy this morning, all Warren wanted to eat was a massive pile of meat. Hell, he could probably down a whole horse right then. "What did they send?"

She pushed the cart towards him. "I don't know--we'll have to see." Alison grinned. "A lot of coffee, though. There's two things of it."

"Hell yes," Warren made a beeline for the coffee warmers and poured himself a full mug and tilted it back. Yes it was hot, but he didn't care; he felt like he hadn't had his caffeine fix all week. "I am in heaven."

"Mhmm. I knew you'd be happy about that." Alison sat down next to him and pulled one of the covers off. "French toast?"

"Yes!" he put his empty mug back on the cart and lifted up two more lids. "Scrambled eggs and breakfast sausage. Holy hell, sweetheart, I think I just died and went to heaven again."

"You're doing that a lot this morning." She teased as she lifted up the tin of maple syrup. God, this was probably expensive. "I think I see some bacon there too."

"I can't help it," he insisted and scooped some eggs onto a plate. He loved eggs. Eggs were one of his favourite things to eat ever, as simple as they were. "As crazy as this morning started out, I'm in a much better mood now so I'm going to enjoy this food before I have to go down to check-out of here and I get in a bad mood again."

Warren had stayed in enough fancy places to know that they cost an arm and a leg for a one-night stay. However, they'd been there since Wednesday so he knew his bill was going to be out of this world.

Might as well enjoy his mood while they can.

Oh, god. Alison was not looking forward to finding out what their bill was. The way this room looked, she could only imagine the price. They'd blown away so much money this week and this room would be no exception.

Ali took a plate and put some of the french toast on it, sitting next to Warren as they started eating.

"Mhmm." Alison murmured. "Like your eggs, honey?"

It took a couple minutes of shoveling food, chewing, and finally swallowing before Warren nodded and gave her a 'yupp'. Seriously, he was starving. It didn't really occur to him that he'd barely eaten the past few days, and, again, the healing factor didn't help. So he was much more determined to eat what he could while he could rather than conversing.

Nothing against Alison, of course.

"I need to find pants," was all he said when he finished, and went off to go do just that. When he did, he started getting dressed. "Can you sit tight for a few minutes? I need to seriously grab us some luggage, or we're not going anywhere with this stuff. You can move the bike downstairs while I'm gone?"

"Mhmm, of course." She got up and stretched. "I'll find the perfect place for it, promise."

Alison went back to the balcony, opening up the doors as Warren got dressed. She sat on the bike, touching it with a small grin as she transformed it and herself into light and found it a parking spot just like she said she would. She looked at it longingly before parking it and returning to the balcony. A lot of energy doing that, but she barely felt it.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject