So rest assured I have the key to every opening Who: Gambling (highroller) & Divorce-Mona (itsnotyouitsme) What: Mona's recuperating in Seth's home. Where: Gambling's house, Vegas. When: Saturday Warnings: tba
After Seth had picked Mona up from that hospital in Caliente, he didn't set her up in one of the hotel suites he occupied but drove straight to this house. His house. No other god or goddess had ever crossed that threshold; didn't even know about it.
When he called Vegas his oasis, everyone automatically assumed he meant the Strip, the hotels, the casinos. Hardly anyone knew that he had another oasis within the oasis; one Gambling had only shown to maybe half a dozen of people, most of which weren't around to speak of it anymore. There was Wayne, of course, and the two mortals who took care of the house when he wasn't around, but they, too, would eventually pass away.
Well, so much for keeping our secrets safe...
Although Gambling still wasn't sure whether bringing Mona here was a smart thing to do - only time could tell - he knew that it had been the right thing to do. What else could he have done? She, the great, self-sufficient, independent Mona Libera, had asked for help, and although Seth could be an opportunistic, exploitative bastard, it didn't mean he felt compelled to be one all the time.
And now she was resting in one of the rooms upstairs.
Standing by the pool, a glass of Scotch in his hand, he watched the sun descend. In a couple of hours, his city would light up, a sparkling diamond in the middle of nowhere, beckoning to all those who longed for mindless fun and wanted to forget for a while.