Kitty | John
The earlier play day was great. They were able to beat the heat a bit and just have some fun. Just pure simple fun. Though it would have to come to an end, at least for a while. But with it ending, came a note from Clint and uncovering a jewel in their unpleasantness. Las, Fucking, Vegas.
John putting something on for such an occasion on going out for the day and night on the town, John dug out reserved American money from their lockbox and away they went.
The moment that they came through the doors of the first casino, and got hit by that rush of cool air, the noise that came from John was almost erotic. This was it. John didn't need anything but this air conditioning. "Shhh." John whispered at Kitty. "Don't ruin this moment." John smirked a tease at Kitty. Finally looking to Kitty he ultimately shrugged. "I grabbed what cash we had in the form of dollars.." John reached in his front pocket and pulled the wad out. "And I figured we'd just call it 'Fuck it o'clock' and do as we want." Looking around some he frowned at Kitty.
"We should remember to be responsible and try and find an air conditioner to bring back." They could at least find a small one for their bedroom, right?