|keaganunbound (keaganunbound) wrote in tiberiusswann,|
@ 2010-03-24 16:42:00
|Entry tags:||keagan, rae|
Saturday, April 26th. Mid morning
Who: Keagan & Rae
Where: Foxwoods Casino in CT
When: Saturday and Sunday
What: Escaping the school to gambol, have fun, and escape issues of the moment
Keagan got up early and took a cab to the nearest Car Rental location. Rae had requested leather, so he made sure he got a nice convertible with leather interiors. It was a little chilly out still for a top down, but they could do it for a while, just for fun. He drove back to the school and texted Rae from the car to tell her to come outside with her bag for the night.
Despite all odds Rae had managed to pack light. She'd even gone minimal on makeup, which she knew she'd regret, but she would rather look plainfaced than be embarrassingly overpacked for a sneaky weekend away. Just as she had promised, she came out holding her suitcases and wearing a white and black print headscarf with oversized sunglasses. Her lips were painted a brilliant red and topped with a succulent gloss. She looked every bit the 1950's moviestar, and the convertible matched her outfit.
She tossed her bags in the back and slipped in beside Keagan with a wicked grin, her eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of her shades. "Niiiiiiiice." She was dressed a little understated, having not wanted to call attention to herself: jeans, a corset styled tank top that criss-crossed up the front, a not-so-well-hidden hot pink bra, and a tight fitting open hooded sweater over that. The sleeves were so long she'd created thumbholes.
"Niiiiiiiice, Keagan," she purred, in response to his new wheels.
"I thought if we were going to escape, we should do it in grand style." Plus, everything in the modern world seemed so unbelievably expensive to Keagan that he'd stopped bothering to be surprised by the cost of anything.
He pulled on some sunshades and turned the car on, "Let's blow this Popsicle stand."
She reached down to pull her heels off -- head scarves and red lipstick needed heels, she had tried on two pairs of sneakers before coming to this conclusion -- and then hit the seat lever to lean back and prop her feet up. Her toenails were painted black with red polkadots. Like tiny ladybugs were nibbling her feet.
Did he really just say that? She turned her head slowly to look at him and dipped her head, one hand reaching up to push her shades down to the edge of her nose so she could stare at him properly. She wore heavy winged liner and not much else; neutral brows to create contours. She looked older without the pastel colors and regular shimmer and glitter. "... Really? Popsicle stand?..Awesome." She laughed and got comfortable again.
Keagan cast her a sly grin, "I'm not a complete stick in the mud. I have attended several parties in my lifetime. I have, infact, on several occasions, been considered one of the 'cool kids'." He drove out of the school grounds and down the country road onto the main highway.
"It's going to be a two hour drive. You need anything before we get on the road?"
"I already peed," she informed him, with a little smirk. As the car headed toward the exit from the grounds, she reached up to lock her fingers behind her head. "FYI, using the phrase 'stick in the mud' is counterproductive to not being a stick in the mud. Same goes for fuddy duddy, and ' ol' fogey. ' " She looked over to him and flashed a white-toothed smile. "So when were you cool? Not that you're not now. But what kind of crazy shit did you do back in the day? Get drunk with Cleopatra, ecetera?"
"Nah, I was somewhat boring then. I lived a little east of Rome at the time and tried to stay out of Roman affairs." They got up onto the highway, going along with the light, Saturday morning traffic. "I was cool in the Elizabethan era, and around the American Revolutionary War.
Rae grinned. Keagan was the oldest fellow she'd actually spoken to. Duncan spoke about himself from time to time, as did Adora, but now Rae felt she could ask questions. "Huh. You're like a character from Anne Rice but less gross and pedophilic."
"Anne Rice?" Keagan threw her a slightly confused look. "I try not to be gross and a pedophile" but that was hard sometimes. That was what lead to his fight with Astrid.
"Oh, uh... okay, so she's an author who wrote really famous novels about vampires, witches, yadda yadda," she said, sitting up a little straighter. "All the characters are either scary, sexy, or both, and then as the books go on it all just becomes jumbled well-written porn. Now she's like, uber-Christian, though, I think. Or getting there. It's pretty stupid." She smirked. "But all her vampires were super old and worldly and perfect looking and did all these awesome things in their past."
"Well, for one thing, I can go out during most of the day, so I might be slightly more well rounded than a Vampire." He chuckled some, "I certainly have more Vitamin D and in the summer I'll have an excellent tan."
She chuckled and went back to lounging, shifting her hips until she was once again comfortable. So they were really doing this. Running away to a casino. It was nuts. At least it was a distraction. Now she didn't need to think about Fox, or Gran, or anything. She could just gamble with someone else's money and get drunk. Casinos had good bars.
The silence stretched, but she was comfortable. If Keagan wanted to fill it he could, but she was content to stare out the window. The wind felt great on her face, and she smelled interesting things. If she were in her dog form, her tongue might be lolling.
Keagan flipped on the radio and managed to find a station with songs he recognized from the 70s. Classic Rock they called it now. It made the two our drive far more bearable. Driving under Boston in the Big Dig tunnel was a little stuffy, but once they were south of the city, the sun was warm enough that driving with the top down wasn't horribly frigid. Rae seemed happy to enjoy the sun and wind, so he let her, focusing more on the road and occasionally singing along with the radio.
Rae glanced over at him a few times, surprised to hear him singing softly. Her smile grew by degrees, and when Aerosmith's "Walk This Way" started, her ears perked up. She glanced to him, wondering if he knew it, and before she could help it her lips were mouthing the words. Unless he stopped her, the quiet mouthing became soft singing.
Keagan was also softly singing, and when he paused to confirm that Rae was also singing he smiled to himself and reached down to crank up the volume on the radio more.
Rae grinned as the song ended, now sitting up straight and paying more attention. "I used to play drums in a chick band that covered that when I was in high school."
Keagan turned the radio back down to it's previous level. "I didn't know you played drums."
She nodded. "Yessir. My set's at home."
"But not at school?" He lifted an eyebrow. "Do you play the set in the music room?"
"Sometimes, if I'm bored, but ..." she shrugged. No. She kept to herself, mostly, or on all fours. Going to the music room meant she'd have to talk to whoever was there, and they were probably annoying, or snotty, as a lot of people seemed to be here. "They're not my set though, so... and there's always somewhere in there, anyway."
"So why not bring your set here? I'm sure there are some rooms that you could set them up in." Keagan pulled off the highway onto a road, following signs to Foxwoods Resort, "That is unless you just aren't interested in playing anymore."
She shrugged, but that was all she said on the matter, her eyes taking in the scenery and the first signs that indicated they were headed toward a land of fun and free flowing booze. "If our IDs don't work, we'll need to find somewhere else to get drunk and poor."
"If only I were a Jedi and could do the mind trick." He grinned, "Just, act confident, like you come here every week." Keagan shifted his posture some in his seat and seemed years older. "It's all about how old people think you are."
She took her sunglasses off as well as the head scarf, leaving her hair to fly free. She had messily bundled it into a large loose pile behind her head, and now random strands of brown, blonde, or pink were loose and whipping behind her. "Uh huh. No worries, daddy-o, I'll be real one cool cat."
Keagan pulled up to the resort, pulling the car into the Valet line. "Here we are."
"No shit," she replied, surprised at how quickly the drive had passed. Keagan was easy to speak to because he seemed to not have a need to prove himself. She supposed when you were as old as he was, it no longer mattered how much people knew you knew about anything.
The fact of the matter was that Keagan rarely wanted to come across as a know-it-all. All the Zen readings he had done told him that only a foolish man was boisterous about his own skills. He parked the car at the Valet desk and got out. He reached into the back to grab both his and Rae's bags and handed them over to a bell hop before moving over to open Rae's door for her.
Rae had slipped her shoes back on and now slunk out of the car, bag on her shoulder, with the grace of someone beyond her years, or, at the very least, the acting skill of someone who liked to pretend. She unfurled herself to her full height -- which was unimpressive -- and straigthened her spine, smiling. "Why thank you," she purred, to Keagan, and fell into step behind him. As they walked, her nostrils flared and her eyes opened wider, taking in details. Instinctively she wet her lips, though, on two legs, the gesture wouldn't help her smell any better. Even if she could reach her nose with her tongue, which she couldn't. If her ears weren't so close to her head they would be swiveling.
"This..." she said softly, as they entered the resort, "..is pretty cool." She turned her head in a slow half-circle, then looked up to him with a feline smile. "You rock."
Keagan smiled at her, but said nothing. He walked up to the concierge desk to check them in. If the concierge suspected Keagan and Rae were any younger than their IDs said, she didn't say anything. She simply noted that they were both 21 and handed them their room keys. They were in the MGM Grand tower, in a king room with a couch. It was the best Keagan could do, having booked last minute. He was quiet as the bell boy followed them to their room to drop off their luggage and didn't say anything until he'd tipped the bellboy and shut the door behind him.
Rae had looked more laid back and apathetic than usual while they talked tot he concierge. In fact it was only until they were alone in this fantastic room that she let out a squeak and immediately started sniffing out the place, heading toward a wall and traveling the parameter to take everything in.
"I really feel like little orphan Annie. I need a big shaggy dog. I could be my own big shaggy dog, I suppose."
"You'll forgive me if I dont sing "Sandy" to you." Keagan stretched out some and looked around the room. It was very nice. "Not bad."
"I'll take the couch," she said, eyeing it. It was certainly long enough for her. She assumed there was only one bed in the room, and well, she was just mooching off him!
"Ohh no. You can have the bed, I'll take the couch. Woman's rights or no I'm not going to make a girl sleep on a couch." He had already assumed this would be the case of things.
"What! No!" she said, laughing and flapping her hands in a 'shut up you silly man' sort of way. She flopped onto the couch with one leg curled under her. "You paid for all of it. I'm totally fine here. I promise. You did the driving too. It's totally cool." Not that Rae could drive. She didn't know how to. Well, she had an IDEA how to but in reality, Jack was the only one of the two of them who knew how to drive.
She sunk back into the sofa comfortably, then sniffed and leaned in with her nose to the back. "Someone had a party in here. They didn't get the beer out of the cushions completely."
((STILL IN PROGRESS!))