New Year's @ the Strip!

[birthright_npc]

The festivities on the Las Vegas strip were your basic police nightmare. A mile-long stretch of the boulevard was blocked off to traffic so that revelers could stagger drunkenly down the middle of the street. Food trucks and street vendors sold pizza, cheese steaks, popcorn, cotton candy, and plastic cups full of beer. Some sold pre-mixed margaritas and daiquiris. At each major intersection, a stage showcased performers and music pumped from speakers mounted on the light posts.

It didn't seem to matter that it was December in the desert. There was plenty of body heat to go around.

At midnight, several large screens would broadcast a countdown before fireworks lit the sky.

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Re: Out on the balcony

[cian_oneill]

The muscles in Cian's jaw tightened and he looked over the balcony, the crowd below in the street starting to get thicker as the casinos, restaurants and bars started to empty, the time drawing closer to midnight.

"Aye, 'nd I know y' want t' be down there," he told her, giving her hand a squeeze. "T'night y' just got t' oversee," he told her, "I c'n go and do any housekeepin' y' see needin' doin'."

Re: Out on the balcony

[rhiannon_lee]

Rhiannon wrinkled her nose, but she knew he was right. She’d favor her side, which was the same thing as drawing a big ‘X’ on her body for a vampire to punch repeatedly. So she sat on the balcony and let herself look and listen, taking sips of her drink and occasionally pointing out absurdities to her boyfriend. After about ten minutes, she suddenly sat forward.

“There.” She pointed at a woman on the street. “That’s Deanna. The redhead from the other night.” She looked at Cian. She wanted to know why Deanna had nodded at her like that and taken off after Katherine. Had she found out anything? More importantly, was it knowledge she’d part with? They weren’t exactly allies, but it was worth a shot.

Re: Out on the balcony

[cian_oneill]

Cian looked down and saw the tall redhead, recognising her from the night at the Ball. He looked at Rhiannon as he stood up. Leaning over he rested a hand on each arm of the chair, head lowered and looking her straight in the eyes.

"Promise me you will stay here?"

Re: Out on the balcony

[rhiannon_lee]

"Oh, sure, sure... If you promise not to get in a fight."

Rhiannon raised her eyebrows at him.

She swatted his pant leg.

"Go."

Re: Out on the balcony

[cian_oneill]

"Promise," he said, tempted to cross his fingers on each hand out of sight beneath the arms of the chair, but resisting. He grinned and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Behave," he told her as he straightened and was gone.