Morningstar Manor

Stone's birthday present for Lara was a redo of their attempted getaway in the fall/winter. He'd even suffered and flew commercially in business class to keep her from getting all uppity at the private jet. They were, however, utilizing the Hawthorne penthouse in the Venetian. This one was legally Stone's, so there was at least not chance of Patience or Gibson being granted access. Anyway, they'd been in town for a few days, gambling, seeing shows, stuffing themselves and taking advantage of the warm dry weather. They'd even escaped injury so far!

After dinner tonight though, they'd split up to go do some gambling. By sometime around midnight, Stone had lost a little over twelve grand at the poker tables. He'd managed to win about three thousand back at the craps tables but then had decided he wanted to see how Lara was fairing so he started searching for her. He was pretty sure she'd be somewhere around the blackjack tables, which had been where he left her since she dug the game. So he started in that direction, looking for an excitable possibly drunk small blonde woman as he went.

Travis had gotten out of class early today. His last class teacher took pity on the boy whose birthday fell on the most unlucky day of the year. Thinking his luck would hold out, he stopped at the shop to talk to Memphis. An hour later, he drove Lucy home.

Now, he was standing in the tenant hallway, having knocked on Amarie's door. Hopefully she didn't have plans for tonight...