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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Strolling the street fair

[ghargreaves]

Gerald had heard talk of the street fair, and learnt from the hotel concierge where it would be happening. He decided to go for a stroll and see what the Strip had to offer in the way of New Year's Eve celebrations, curious as to whether the 'undead' would be making the most of the alcohol-imbued party-goers, and if any of the Slayers Julianna had told him were in town would be there. He didn't know them by face, but over his many decades of working with them had developed a fairly good eye for identifying the girls. Their demeanour, posture, attire, all had a certain 'uniformity' even when it was immediately identifiable to the untrained eye as similar.

Dressed for the cold, his scarf tucked into the buttoned up overcoat, and his cane in hand, he made his way into the throng that was gathered in the closed-off area of the Strip, a flask of scotch tucked into the breast-pocket just in case he couldn't find anything there that would suffice as decent refreshment.

[daniel_stacy]

The view from the top of the Philly cheese-steak truck wasn’t bad. Daniel had climbed on board and let his legs hang off the aluminum roof. It was just enough of a height advantage; he could see most of the block near the Frontier hotel. He had a jack and coke, which he carried out of a hotel lounge without any trouble. The vampire watched a stage performance featuring Las Vegas showgirls in feather boas and headdresses.

A nearby clock read 0:44:36. The seconds counted down. Glittery confetti already covered the sidewalks. People staggered, laughed, toasted each other with cheap beer.

Under his feet, a woman made dry heaving noises.

"Hey," he banged on the side of the truck, "You mind taking that down the street? You're killing the ambiance."

She hobbled off with a hand over her mouth.

Out on the balcony

[cian_oneill]

Cian hadn't been happy with the idea of Rhiannon walking through the street fair, but knew she would want to at least be there, if only to just 'be there'. So he'd booked them a room on one of the lower floors of a hotel that overlooked the area of the Strip closed off for the festivities. As he brought her a drink, out on the balcony, he grinned and quirked an eyebrow.

"Does this constitute a 'dirty weekend'?" he asked, sitting down next to her and propping a foot up on the balcony.

[deannas]

Street margaritas. This was why Deanna loved Vegas.

Street margaritas and easily preyed-upon drunk tourists. These reasons were why Deanna loved Vegas.

Street margaritas, easily preyed-upon drunk tourists and twenty-four hour gambling. These were among the many reasons Deanna loved Vegas.

That it was New Year's Eve made the vampiress laugh, because honestly? How could you tell the difference?