littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-10 02:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, christine chapel, gaila, hikaru sulu, leonard mccoy, montgomery scott |
"Are you going to keep saving me from all the bad guys, Leo?"
Who: Gaila, Scotty, Pavel, Sulu, McCoy and Christine
What: Vegas Baby,yeah!
When: Day they arrived in Vegas!
Where: Vegas! Gambling!
Status: Complete
RAting: PG-13!
Gaila was sitting at a craps table, wearing a dress that only barely qualified as one. She had a fruity drink with an umbrella, and everything!
And Scotty was sitting next to her, giving her stares like she wore a napkin with spaghetti straps, just to annoy him because people were staring. Thanks, Gaila!
People were staring and they were on a winning streak because of it, so shut up, Scotty!
Pavel was eying a machine up and down, as if he was deciding whether or not it was a good one to play. He was looking for patterns in the programming to see what might give him the best results here. Hmm...
You shut up, all of you! It was his girlfriend, why they have to stare? Why that dress so short? WHY YOU GOTTA WEAR THAT, GAILA? WHY. Scottish eyetwitch.
Gaila shifted, crossing her legs in the other direction, which drew a collective gasp from the crowd, and ruined one man's throw so he got snake eyes.
Christine wasn't looking for patterns. She was parked in front of her religiously guarded slot machine, working her way through her third drink, and feeding that machine a good chunk of her bank account. IT WOULD PAY OUT SOMETIME SOON. IT WOULD.
"Oh, that's brilliant. Well done. Say, lovey? Did ye bring anything that's possibly larger than a postage stamp tae wear?" Scotty smiled at her, in a way that was kinda painful.
"Of course, for when we go out to eat later. This is my gambling dress!" Gaila smiled at him.
"Really? Because I think the only people getting lucky are the ones staring at yeeeeeeew," he said with a 'smile' back at her.
McCoy was enjoying the comp drinks and generally getting people to bring them to him from over at the blackjack table. So far, so good on both accounts.
Sulu? Kept walking right on past that conversation, because he could see where that was heading. Another repeat performance of flash porn party night. Otherwise known as 'no place good.' He walked over to where his hotel roommate was, watched him for a moment, and then looked around like it was a spy mission. "Hey. You've got this figured out, don't you? Any tips?"
"Well, not yet." Pavel admitted, "Really it should be easy but they are also so randomized." He frowned a little, watching. "So far, it only seems that once you leave the machine and someone new comes on, it pays out big time."
"I always heard something about magnets too but I'm sure they've accounted for that messing with things," Sulu said, staring at the machine regretfully. "Maybe I'll try roulette."
"That always does look fun." Pavel grinned. "And hey, as good a way as any, right"
Gaila shifted closer to Scotty, then tugged him over and gave him a kiss that was illegal in at least three states.
"Exactly. I bet it's easier to find patterns in that. You pick the numbers, I'll put up the money. Split the winnings. Deal?" Sulu grinned like this might pay out big.
And in case anyone ordered porn on his tv again? He could say he's got it covered.
"Deal!" Pavel grinned back because yes, it did sound that way. You had to just consider centrifugal force and...such. "Let's do that." he agreed, beaming.
Scotty would've flailed but...he looked like he was going to just shut up about her short dresses and enjoy his illegal kiss, before he headed off to the nearest buffet and ate every artery clogging thing he could get his hands on.
The buffet might have to kick him out!
Sulu nodded like they totally had this and it was the perfect plan. Like...Oceans 11, only with...two people.
Screw you, buffet! Scotty wouldn't leave without a fight! And two fistfulls of deep fried whatever.
Gaila found herself dragged into a buffet with Scotty. It was pretty expensive but was considered one of the best in Vegas!
Oh, they so had this, and they were going to make a killing. It was gonna be amazing!
And Gaila can just get angry at him all she wants while watching him chew a few years off his lifespan. Yay! \o/
Sulu nodded and off to the roulette table they went! Once there he just acted the part of the casual observer and let Chekov get a look at what was going on. Simple enough. Although...everyone around them did have drinks. "Uhh, you want something to drink?"
Gaila? Was going to eat a whole lot less!
Scotty thinks that it's not worth it to pay for a buffet if you don't get your money's worth. Nyaaaah! >:P
"You wouldn't mind?" Pavel smiled at that. After all, it WAS a casino and he WAS Russian.
"No, I don't care. It's not like I'm going to tell. I don't drink too much myself..." Because he's a lightweight. "One can't hurt. What do you want to have?"
Vodka seemed like a really really bad idea, but on the other hand, this was an adventure so...Pavel went ahead and requested it. What was the worst that could happen?
Sulu just raised his eyebrows up like 'okaaaay' and got Chekov some vodka. It wasn't like the guy wasn't Russian or anything, so he supposed he could hold his liquor. He just got himself something simple. Like a beer. It would probably knock him on his rear anyway, since he was the proverbial designated driver. Not that they had to drive anywhere, so he's going to just relax and have one. Yep. Drinks obtained, he handed Pavel's over to him and made a little toasting motion.
Pavel did pretty well, really, considering it was his first time drinking and all. That is, he was still standing and didn't look too messed up.
Gaila was nibbling at some roast beef, "Want to lay odds on who ends up doing the walk of shame first? Or drunken marriage?"
Scotty just gave her a look between bites of fried shrimp, and shrugged sharply. "Not us. I bet on that!" Then he ducked because he was sure he was going to get thwapped.
She kicked him under the table.
Scotty nearly lost his shrimp. He did protest though, "It cannae be us doin' the walk of shame, because we're pretty shameless when it comes tae that sort of thing. I simply dinnae like announcing it tae the bloody world. And we're not goin' tae end up in any drive-through wedding nonsense, so it willnae be us either. Ye got tae follow procedure, after all." He went right back to eating deep fried goodies.
Sulu was doing pretty good too considering he was such a massive lightweight! He was even managing to concentrate, and feeling like, yeah, he's got this handled. Beer. It was manly and stuff. He's drinkin' beer. Totally in control. Roulette. Awww yeah.
Hells, yeah. They could handle this!
Christine plopped more money into her slot machine, staring at it with wide, glazed-over eyes, like a woman hypnotized. Just one more go, just one more, just one more...DRAT. She fed it more money, telling herself she'd quit as soon as she won something.
"Christine and Leo maybe?" Gaila was taking a shot in the dark.
"Married? But I thought McCoy wanted me." Scotty made a sad panda face.
"I think Jim said it was illegal in this state." Gaila frowned, "..He must have checked to see if he'd be able to troll us."
Sulu was trying to be totally covert and the beer made him try to keep his lips still as possible while asking Chekov, "Got an idea what we should bet on, yet?"
"Oh several." Chekov's smirk got bigger. "See if we..." and he started explaining.
"That bastard. I'll really never forgive him now." Mmm deep fried...well it had meat in it and that's all that matters to Scotty. "I dinnae think McCoy and the blonde lass will get married, they seemed friendly but not that friendly." He's not betting on that, nope.
McCoy married to Christine? That might be interesting. Or explode.
Sulu nodded. Nodded. Nodded some more, and then just pointed down at the table like 'there?'
"Yeah but if they were drunk..."
Christine was hugging onto the machine and whisper pleading with it to puke out some coins, pls.
"Exactly!" Pavel was pleased to have someone who understood things so well.
McCoy, however, was getting up from the blackjack table and sighing. No luck there. On to something else then.
Sulu nodded like 'ohhh yeah' and put the bet down. And it wasn't a small bet either, since Pavel seemed to really know what he was talking about.
A handsome man tapped Christine on the shoulder, "Hello." He smiled, charmingly, like a prince!
"Go away, slot machine," Christine's head moved and she actually stared at the guy with a cold, cool stare, like not even hot sex and the promise of marriage could come between her and her winnings at a moment like this. "And if you touch my purse or my coin cup, I know how many pounds of pressure it takes to rip your balls off." No joke. She does.
The man raised his eyebrow, "I suspect it will pay off any moment."
"Good. Now back off." If she had a butterknife, Christine would've been aiming it for the guy's gut. Or lower. Someone needs to stop staring at the slot machine spinny bits pretty soon, we think.
He held up his hands and backed off. This? Was not an easy lay. He eyedarted.
She would've said 'come back later' but she went right back to her electric crack fest. SPIN! "Win win win!"
Lemons!
Lemons? LEMONS?
McCoy had found a themed machine and stared at it a long moment. "Doctor Love..." He read out loud, shrugged, and fed in a twenty.
Lemons.
Gaila was rolling guiding Scotty out of the Buffet when she saw what looked like the Death Star. It was a Star Wars themed slot machine, "OMG!" She rushed over to it!
"You son of a bitch, I'll rewire you with my teeth," Christine hissed, and fed it more coins. If she didn't win something soon, she was going to run out of all of her vacation money.
Scotty's eyes lit up, and he bounced in front of it, just twice, because he didn't want to go overboard. "DEATH STAR," he said while pointing at it, and poking a finger at Gaila. "Put money in, yer wearin' the lucky dress!"
Gaila put her money in! They managed to get a BONUS and there were lights and sounds and THEN THE DEATH STAR STARTED TO SPIN!
"What does it meeeeeeaaaaaaaan?" Scotty asked, like he was witnessing full on double rainbows.
McCoy unlocked a minigame on his machine, and read the instructions. "Huh. Triage." And Triaging gave him seven bucks. Awesome.
The death star lined up and they got a 1000x bonus! Three storm troopers showed up in the screen, and Gaila tapped one, shooting him with a blaster. Another bonus! She squee'd!
It was only a penny slot, but she'd done the max bet which was about three bucks and there were so many lineups everywhere!
Christine pulled again and this time...SUCCESS. It puked everywhere! Slot machine puke, not real puke, and she jumped up and squeaked and looked like she might cry because it kept right on puking.
Congrats, you just broke even!
Of course, she was a lil drunk too so puking might still happen at some point! She was glad to get all of her money back, then, because it meant she could quit! She gathered every last tidbit up and walked off with a bounce in her staggering step.
The man decided to try again. He had a think for the crazy drunk!
The Dr. Love machine started belting out a tinny version of the actual song and McCoy blinked as he went into free spin mode. Huh.
Christine gave him a stare like she was suspicious. Then she stopped and waited for him to approach, checking out his ears. They were kind of pointy, but the last thing she watched on tv was a Lifetime channel tv movie about some crazy ex husband who stalked his wife and stomped on her head and left her in a wheelchair, and her struggle to overcome and SEND HIS ASS TO JAIL. That was why she saw fit to ask, "ARE YOU STALKING ME, SUH?"
He held up his hands, "No!"
"Then why're y'all following me!" Oh no, real life twang, it's in there now. It is on. If it was sober Christine, she would've been all even-keel and normal and gleefully happy. But this is not sober Christine. This is on-her-way-to-drunk Christine, which can get a lil crazy.
Fine, it gets crazier.
Whatever.
"Because you're a beautiful woman?"
What? Christine's being stalked? Oh, McCoy was up and on his feet and heading over to the scene. "Now now." He said, stepping up into the scene. "What seems to be the problem here?"
"I know you, you'll cut a hole in the screen door in the middle of the night, pull me out of bed, and stomp on my head, then leave before the sun's up. He's following me, that's what's the problem here." Christine nodded like YUP SHOO IS, and crooked one eyebrow up in...a somewhat shocking impression of what McCoy was capable of.
See that eyebrow, strange man? You gettin' it.
"I'm gonna kindly ask you to back off my friend." McCoy told the man, smiling pleasantly but dangerously.
"Oooh, y'all hear that? Back off. I was serious when I said I know how to rip balls off. Y'all ain't stompin' on my head." Of course, she wasn't lunging at the guy, but if it was on, it was on.
She even pointed at Leo like 'what he said!'
And maybe gave him a drunkenly appreciative staring at. McCoy, not the stranger.
The man stared at her like she was crazy, then looked at the man and laughed. He laughed in Leo's face!
Gasp! That was from Christine. Like he so did not just do that!
Oh he didn't. "Excuse me?" McCoy got right up into the guy's face. "Where I'm from, a lady asks you to step off, then you step off. You need some help with that? Cause I'll provide it."
"...." Christine went from OH NO YOU DINNIT to OH WOW LEO YOU ARE MY HERO.
"I mean, you seem like a halfway decent guy, considering." McCoy said. "But my opinion's gonna be changing pretty fast."
The man held up his hands, "Okay, fine. Keep the crazy bitch." He stormed off!
"Well somebody's tighter than a flea's ass over a rain barrel." McCoy shook his head. "Asshole."
"It's not my fault I watch Lifetime for Women!" Christine said, one hand on her hips, and the cup of coins hugged to a boob with her other arm...and then...she laughed. "A flea's ass? Rain barrel? Oh Leo, where do you hear these things?"
"At home." McCoy smirked. "Having fun other than that?"
"Other than that? Yeah. Almost lost everything, though. Thanks for saving me." And he's getting a big kiss on the cheek dangerously close to his lips because...someone needs to cut her off from the booze already. "I need another drink."
There goes that cut off plan.
"Sounds like a good idea." McCoy slipped an arm around her. "Why not? Also, if Lifetime for Women's got you thinking about being safe, and pointing out what fuckers most guys are...it's worth it."
"At least I didn't bring him back to my room," Christine said, "since he probably wanted my coins." She nodded a bit too much and gave him a huge grin. "Are you going to keep saving me from all the bad guys, Leo?"
"I could be your great big gentlemen protector, sure." McCoy grinned back. "Might need to pick up a cowboy hat and holster but I'd guard you anywhere."
"I think I saw something about a costume store on the tv, let's go there and get stuff and wear it," Christine suggested. "Right after I buy my big strong hero a big strong drink, and we ride some rides."
The way she said that sounded...less than friendly and more than suggestive. She's also thinking of riding rides in costume too, so...hey. Wow. Christine + booze = interesting times.
"Costume shop?" McCoy's eyes darted furiously. "Let's be Sexy Ninja turtles." he suggested. "Or gladiators or something. But first, yeah. drinks are good." And the rides part. "I don't know about the rides. You've seen how they jut out from that tower..."
"That's what I want to go on. Go on it with me?" she whispered, hugging onto his arm with one of her own. "After we get drinks...and sexy gladiator turtle costumes."
"Well..." McCoy hedged. "I dunno. I may throw up on you."
"It's okay, I've been thrown up on before." Like that makes it all better. Somehow.
Newp. Too late. McCoy is getting dragged off to the rides. He doesn't even get a costume to puke into.
Christine decided to even be fun and spontaneous and take him on that ride on top of that building that she saw on tv, that shoots you up and drops you down real fast. Because it's the worst possible thing ever to do, after getting even one drink in you. lulz!
McCoy is terrified, but with enough to drink, who knows? He might even like it.
Stratosphere Casino? 1149 feet up.
Well we hope so, since she's dragged him all the way on top of the building by then, and he'd better not look down. They are in line. Waiting now. "This looks FUN," says Christine, who had managed to pound down another drink before they went waaaaaaay up there, from back down where the ground was.Huh, the Strat is nearly twice as tall as the space needle
McCoy made damn sure he had another few drinks, because just looking at that..."I really don't know. At all." he admitted, shifting.
"Oh it'll be ok, you can hold my hand," Christine reassured him, with a smile. Look, it was their turn too. She held his hand oh so helpfully while she led him over to the seats where they'd be locked in. And yay, there's nothing to put your feet on either, they just dangle. In the air. Where wind lives.
McCoy had gotten that look in his eyes. That one of sheer panic and...pretty much nothing else. He would have flailed but couldn't. All he could do was sit down and pray for his life.
Uh oh, he didn't look so good. "You ok?" It was probably a little too late to, umm...tell them to hold on. Because it's probably going to go zing fwoomp.
But at least Christine noticed! That's what friends are for!
"I..uh...uhm..." He couldn't get words out at all. And then the thing started.
"Oh god, you're going to puke!" Thanks Christine. It's probably not the best time to say that in a highpitched voice while heading in an upwardly direction. Umm? "Close your eyes and breathe!"
McCoy was silent, and almost sort of breathing, if hyperventilating counted as breathing anyway. He was dying, he was seriously, REALLY dying.
He's not dying! Christine was watching his face more than anything else even as she as screaming her head off, because the colors he was turning from clammy white to vaguely goblin green to blue lipped pass-out to red wtf was pretty...fascinating. She also felt pretty terrible.
There was a twelve year old next to them. She flailed like THIS IS AWESOME. Are you going to let a twelve year old girl out baddass you, McCoy?
McCoy didn't care at that moment. Panic wasn't rational after all, and damn was he in the midst of a giant panic. Kind of horrible, but kind of hilarious for people watching.
The girl looked at him and made an L with her fingers.
Christine held up one hand and made a middle finger with it, at the twelve year old. "You shouldn't make fun of people with phobias! You're the reason why I'm ignoring my biological clock!" Wow, you're a nurse? Really? You should've stuck in bio-research, Christine.
Ok, fine, the booze was helping with that too. Whatever.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch? Sulu was pretty sure that he and Chekov could pass for a couple of drunk, rich pimps.
Chekov was smirking, just smirking at their chips. This? Completely amazing!
Three beers and Sulu is toasted but making slightly bigger bets each go, and winning them more money. More drinks for everyone! Wooo!
It's probably pretty sad that he can probably get drank under the table by a 17 year old who's first time drinking was tonight. But that's the fact of the matter.
WOO! Pavel is into this idea. He's put away a couple shots of vodka now. He's been alternating so he doesn't get too drunk to function but, still he's nicely buzzed and yay!
Sulu loses. At drinking. Otherwise? Those two? Rich as fuck.
There are even people forming a sort of audience now. And clapping.
Sulu just shrugged and...yay drinks for everyone! It's probably a good thing that Pavel got that fake ID thanks to Janice who was....Sulu looked around, like they lost something, and then shrugged. Drinks for everyone! "We better quit while we're ahead," he said to Chekov, nodding way way too much.
"You are right," Pavel agreed, quite seriously. "Before something bad happens. After all." he gestures around grandly. "VEGAS."
"That? Is so true. No bad things happening. That's forbidden." Sulu nodded like he totally agreed with that, and raked in their earnings, and studiously began to separate it out evenly between the two of them. "What are you going to do with your half?"
"Good question." Pavel considers. "Something wild and crazy I think. You?"
"The wise part of me says to save it. The unwise part of me says to buy a really nice, fast plane, and fly it when I'm sober. Or blow some of it on strippers." He didn't say if they were the female or the male variety. It seems the booze is talking for a lot of people tonight, isn't it?
Except Scotty, who seems like his normal self. Because his liver is already pickled.
"Ooh those are fun." Pavel bounces a little. "The plane idea sounds amazing, especially." Strippers might be fun but...
Well it's not like Sulu's ever gone and done something like that, the stripper part of it, but there should be a first time for everything. "I don't know. You did say wild."
Sulu thought on it, for what seemed like a very long time. He came up with a reasonable solution, "Skydiving?"
"Oh I like it!" Pavel laughed delightedly. "It always looks like so much fun!"
"Let's do that," Sulu said, a big grin on his face, like that did sound like a pretty good idea.
Though he also looked like maybe tomorrow was better, like, after breakfast, because he started to look a little woozy.
"In the morning." Pavel grinned back. "We can call then and find out." Because yeah, now was definitely not good.
Sulu would probably be landing on his face if he tried it, yeah. "Morning? Morning works."
Meanwhile back at the other ranch, Christine had probably put her belongings in her jean pockets and let Leonard puke in her purse.
Because that's how friends roll.
"You know what you need, Leo?" Christine said, helpfully, while rubbing his back a little bit. "Hair of the dog that bit you. That'll help calm you down."
That doesn't sound like good expert medical advice, but then again, there's doctors out there who smoke, drink, and ride motorcycles. So yeah.
"You know, that's not a bad idea." McCoy could breathe now and things and walk again. "It's just my heart's beating so fast. I wouldn't say it was possible if I didn't know better. "Let's go find somewhere to drink."
"I think there was a bar by that hotel we're in," she said, tapping a finger against her chin thoughtfully. "It's close by, so we can pull ourselves to our rooms, using our lips."
"Our lips, huh? Sounds like a challenge and you're on!"
"Oh it's on," Christine said, knowingly, and off they go to the bar. Good gods.
And she's buying. And there's booze, booze, and guess what? Moar booze.
Booze! This has got to be the best night ever.
And lips, don't forget those because those are what they are using after booze to pull themselves back to their room with. They better get started with that, because Christine spent that last drink, trying to actually drink it while laying sideways in a bar booth.