Despite the chaos among the gods, Caeneus had come to embrace the bright lights and vivid screaming life of Las Vegas. There were times, however, that tried his patience. Harshed his mellow, as the lovely Candi-with-an-I had explained. The tableau unfolding at the bar was one such occasion and Caeneus left the Sisters of the Pole to entertain their "dates" from the fascinating world called Japan to approach the bar, melting into the background with ease.
Two men worked in tandem to distract various women at the bar, whilst another hovered, watching, waiting. A white tablet fizzed and dissolved unseen in a pretty woman's glass, and Caeneus glowered. The Sisters had explained such tablets to him after a particularly unpleasant evening and when the woman tipped sideways on the stool, reaching for her glass, Caeneus moved, nonchalantly knocking it from her hand and in the process elbowing one of her new friends in the throat.
What followed could have easily dissolved into a melee of punches thrown and weapons drawn, but few things drew attention in Las Vegas and Caeneus had long known how to put someone down with a minimum of fuss. The flash of a blade drew little concern until its blade sliced through the shirt he wore only to be bent in half when it made contact with skin. That man he punched harder.
He'd loved that shirt. The little man on the horse waving his stick had been most amusing.
Security arrived shortly thereafter and left just as quickly, predators and prey in tow. Any talk of taking him in with the rest had been solved by the mention of Prometheus, which left Caeneus standing mournfully by the bar, the knife rendered useless by his flesh in hand. Approaching the bar with a smile, Caeneus handed the girl behind it the knife, its blade curved back to kiss the handle and tried to remember her name, having heard Bambi-with-an-I greet the girl as they'd entered.