He coughed and nodded his head as if that had been his plan all along.
"Right, of course." Charles waved at the driver of the limo and told him to take the party to best restaurant in Vegas. They ended up at the Bellagio hotel, where according to the driver there were at least three excellent selections.
Charles didn't bother to look at them; he just picked the most expensive one and bribed his way in without a reservation to a table with a view of the fountains.
Champagne was brought to them, compliments of the hotel owner once it was discovered that two of Whitehall's band members were there, and Charles smiled at Anthony, waiting for the Best Man toast.