3959/Vegas: Pt 2

Vegas: Pt 2
Date of Scene:	25 February 2018
Location:	Las Vegas, Nevada
Synopsis:	Skye, Clint and May arrive to party in Vegas, and there are some bumps in that road.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Hawkeye (Barton), Melinda May, Quake, War Machine

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Iron Man has posed:
The flight was amazing, as far as flights go. The full bar, the employees, every whim is immediately treated in the big plush chairs on the private jet. Movies? Anything one could want to watch. The engines on the thing also make short work of the trip, and in no time at all, it will land, and all of those aboard are given celebrity treatment into several sleek sedans to bring them to the hotel. The hotel seems to be bending over backwards, as well: to bring luggage, and get them settled in as happily as possible!

The elevators will take the group to the suites organized in the penthouse floor itself, connected across a hallway to the one occupied by Tony. Tony is alone, naturally, in his own, but the rest are connected. Locking doors separate the network of the rooms for privacy.

Tony was given hint they were coming, and tags Rhodey to come along to welcome the SHIELD folks. And so it is that Tony's there to greet them at the elevators, and indicate who gets which of the various keys from a hotel manager that came up to help them personally.

"Barton! Dahlia! --- And? Agent May," Tony greets, with surprise at the last one. He clearly did not expect her. Tony is approaching like he is about to go on stage at a rock concert, with the energy level. He's also clearly tipsy.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint didn't fly often unless it was in quinjet so the ride over had been something else and it put Clint in a great mood. He strolls across the lobby with a smile on his face and when he and the others are shown to the elevators, he grins and says, "Could get used to this," he admits. "Oh, and by the way," he reaches into his bag, and produces three t-shirts and hands them out to the ladies when they hit the elevator. "A little bit of fun for Tony," he says as he drops his jacket and pulls the t-shirt on over his other one. It's got one of those Fuck Stark memes on the front, the letters next to a cheesecake drawing of Iron Man, suit and all.

Whether the ladies put theirs on or not, he puts his jacket on and leaves it open so the image is visible to all, just in time for the doors to open. "Hey T, how's it going?" Clint beams at Stark before giving Rhodes a grin as well. "Hey Rhodey."

Melinda May has posed:
The flight was HELL. May wasn't allowed to do the flying herself, and she HATES being a passenger on a plane. The flight attendants did NOT take the hint to leave her alone nearly fast enough. The cars to the hotel were tolerable, but the hotel staff? Just no. She doesn't let them get close enough to her to so much as touch the one duffel she brought along.

When Clint hands her the t-shirt, she just looks at it then at Clint and does NOT put it on. There's almost definitely a little black storm cloud following her around right now, though it's most likely because of the flight.

Quake has posed:
Skye had slept on the way over. It was an airplane. And while she really hadn't flown in so many of them (read: none) other than in a quinjet, she was suffering from lack of sleep. Two months on the run will do that to you. Not to mention, lock-up hadn't been all that kind to her.

Once there, though, she was a lot more peppy and looks around with interest. "Good god, what is this place anyway." The garish light displays. The oppulence of water waste in a desert. Foyers that went on for miles, leading into casinos that made the foyers look cramped.

It was all a little overwhelming.

The t-shirt was taken and regarded with a quirk of brow. "Pretty sure this is funnier to us than it's going to be to him." Still, she shrugs and puts it on, showing it off. "My colour?" As though memes or explatives came in sizes or colours that suited one more or less than another. "I still don't know why I have to check my electronics in the room and leave them there. Like you realize parking my butt in a corner and surfing the web is about my speed here, huh?"

Unless the girl can find a pool hall, she's not been introduced to the joys of slot machines and craps tables, or any of the other attractions of Vegas. Girl hasn't been out of New York but for that brief stint in Madripoor. Oh, and a jaunt to Newfoundland. Once.

War Machine has posed:
     Rhodey is in a great mood by the looks, how much of that was booze, and how much of that was the fact he'd been on a roll since getting here was anyone's guess. He's dressed in his usual plain white shirt and black bomber-jacket, his beard trimmed down to look in perfect order.

     There's a definitive calm about him for the most part as he nods in greeting to his co-workers brought along for the trip. His face absolutely lights up at the sight of Clint. "Barton!" He calls out moving over to bring the man in for a handshake and a quick bro hug. "Feels like forever man." He pauses moving back away from him a few steps to give the man his space. "Glad to see you're not still mad about San Juan." Another light pause. "Never thought I'd run into you after that."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony is overly friendly and will clap Barton a little bit hard on the shoulder while going for that welcome handshake. Tony has clearly had more than a few. He is well primed to say all kinds of things that he probably won't even regret. But then there are shirts. He looks at Barton's. And then Skye. Skye's awful shirt gets a stare longer than the first: and then a laugh, from Tony. "I knew you loved me. Remind me to sign that later for you," Tony offers to her, clearly pleased, and in autograph-mode. Trust Tony to enjoy something meant to mock him.

"A tour." Tony declares, but doesn't actually tour-guide. He does send a smile to the hotel employee, who is a bit deer in headlights for a moment, then grandly sets about showing the three new arrivals in.

The suites themselves are insane. A remote controls the entire room, at will. Massive spreads of welcoming food and goodies greet them, the baskets with big golden bows. Giant long windows overlooking those twelve pools outside. It is far too cold right now to actually use said pools, but the grand sprawl of excess is echoed not just in the rooms but anywhere one rests the eyes. And Tony isn't exactly one to pick the most subtle of areas. It's getting into evening, and the view of the strip is outright spectacular!

All of the rest of the suites are equally ridiculous. Lounging in the giant bath (full of various massage sprayers) that could fit an orgy, WHILE watching several big screens in surround sound? No problem at all. A full size bed would fit in the giant bathroom without even moving anything else around. The toilet opens on its own when one enters the room, invitingly. Even the towels are miniature trips to heaven. The bedroom's king size bed is opulent (and yes, Rhodey, there ARE mirrors).

And, of course, Tony is talking. Because Tony.

"So, there's a billion different shows, if that's your thing. Want tickets to something, we can do that. Nothing is /actually/ sold out." Not for Tony. "Something Cirque du Soleil for you, Barton, maybe?" Tony teases.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint returns the bro-hug and claps Rhodey on the back, "Hey man, and nah it's all water under the bridge," he says about San Juan. "Don't even have the scars any more," he says, or any of the other ones, angelic healing, long story.

He beams as Tony takes in the shirt, clapping the billionaire on the shoulder in turn. "Hey man," he says, then ducks down to his bag and produces a t-shirt for Tony. "Embrace the meme man," he says before remembering Tony's pet-peeve and handing the shirt to the hotel girl rather than Tony himself.

As they begin their tour, Clint aside's to Rhodes and Skye, "Hey, Rhodey, this is Skye you've probably heard of her by now, Skye, this is Rhodey, pilot, fellow agent of SHIELD and one of Tony's old friends."

Then as they're taken through the suites, Clint just grins wider and wider. If ten year old, boys home Clint could see this place, he'd shit himself. As it was, Clint was just beaming. "Holy shit, this place is amazing," he says doing a turn in one of the suite's living rooms. "And heh, don't go for those frou-frou French Canadian shows, give me saw dust and greasepaint any day."

Melinda May has posed:
May follows along, mostly so she can check the defensibility of each room. The mirrors are not missed, and they are annoying. May's already planning on either finding a NORMAL hotel room elsewhere, or dragging a mattress into a room that doesn't have a mirror on the ceiling. Or the walls. Or the floor. Yeesh.

She also watches Skye while they're taking the tour, knowing that the hacker is running on a rather severe sleep deficit. She's expecting the kid to crash and crash something serious at any point.

Quake has posed:
Skye grins and crinkles her nose at Tony, while pointing at Clint. "He made me." Yep. Passing the buck. Literally. Though she's more than aware that they're a cute couple, she and Clint, in their matching T's, and the wide eyed stares at the place around them.

Rhodes gets a lopsided grin. "Hey. And uh, yeah. The rumours, possibly true."

When they make it to the rooms, though, the girl balks some, barely making it past the doorway. "How the fuck to people sleep in here?" It's like someone spilled a better homes and resorts magazine into the place and then turned around and apologized for not offering enough, could they get you anything else. To say she's gobsmacked it an understatement.

That, and as May has rightly pegged it, Skye's still running on a thin thread here. The flight over gave her a few hours of sleep under her belt, but not nearly enough. If anything, they only served to emphacize how damned tired she was.

She does have one question, though. One of those bucket list sorts of things people always have when faced with such oppulence. "So, the bathtub in this place? Is it like.. huge? And, you know, one of those jacuzzi things?"

Yeah. Her standards for mind blowing were met long ago.

War Machine has posed:
     "Long as you're not gonna take it out on me in my sleep man" Rhodey laughs confidently shaking his head as hands go deep into the pockets of his bomber jacket. His expression falls slightly at the sight of Skye, eyes narrow and he seems a lot less happy knowing she's here. "Yeah, heard she almost got a lot of people killed with her whole terrorist shtick." Expression flattened somewhat as he turns to walk and enjoy the tour.

     There's not even a word given to her in greeting as he follows along. "This is the kind of living that could really grow on a man," He concurs with Clint still giving Skye the cold shoulder after what she did. He doesn't go out of his way to be completely rude to her, and he won't talk more shit then he already has, but he's not exactly lining up to give her compliments for a job well done. "Never would have dreamed of this kind of living before." A new smirk peaking across his face.

Iron Man has posed:
The hotel girl is puzzled by being handed the shirt, but Tony appreciates that Barton knows him so well. "Leave that in my room, please, Sheila," Tony requests of her, quickly having taken in her name tag, and giving her a quick tip as well in a distracted way. To Skye's question? Sheila answers before she goes, "Absolutely, miss, there are eighteen settings, on the panel to the right as you enter the jacuzzi," to Skye. "It can also double as a sauna if you close the stained glass doors on the way in." Of course. "Additionally, we have services downstairs, if you would like a mani-pedi, or a massage," Sheila beams.
    Tony has since approached the large shared bar in the central living space, as if he's made himself at home there more than one other time, and re-opens a bottle of wine that probably cost about as much as one of the rooms for the night. He gestures with it at the others in silent question of if they want some, automatically assuming 'yes' for most of them. Tony hasn't bragged in particular or done anything to flaunt the rooms: but he certainly has not been overly impressed by them. Because they're normal, from his skewed viewpoint.

"So like I said, there's shows. I have a date with the craps table; she was good to me last night," Tony says, with a chuckle aside to Rhodey. There were some lovely women at that table the previous night that were very positive in reception to the billionaire. "Do you have a game of choice, May?" Tony asks her.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Thanks," Clint says to Shiela, when she takes the shirt off his hands. He slings his bag then and follows along on the tour, given Rhodes a bit of a stink-eye with what he says about Skye and how he says it, "She's right there man, and it was a mission. Remember the state San Jaun was in when we left?" he asks. "Same thing. Just part of the job." He steps a bit ahead, walking next to Stark now, peering at this thing and that thing as they move through the suites. When the wine's offered at the end, he nods, yes to wine and heads over to the bar, looking to see if the others going to join them, he wasn't much of a wine drinker, but when in Rome right? It was a night to be fancy.

"Craps huh? I might have to check that out. Skye, what do you think?" he asks. That was a game he knew, though not from fancy hotels but back alley games played on cardboard.

Quake has posed:
When Rhodes snubs her, talking past her and like she's not even there, Skye stops in her tracks, the smile on her face turning into the picture of neatly contained anger.

"Excuse me," the woman gives in clipped tones, "You can talk to me, and not treat me like a wall fixture. It was a mission. I was doing my job. You have a problem with it, you take it up with my boss. And unless you've never killed someone because you were told to go out there and be a good little soldier, you can shut the fuck up and shove your attitude up your ass."

Clint she gives an apologetic look to. "Sorry, but I'm not sitting back and being treated like shit for doing my job and doing it well. And sure, you go play craps or whatever it is."

War Machine has posed:
     Rhodey on the other hand drank plenty of wine. To be fair he drank plenty of everything, it wasn't that he needed it, it was more that it just felt really nice to let loose from time to time. "Didn't know." He lightens up just a tad when the mention it was all a mission comes to the table body language not quite so reserved as it once was just moments prior. He's about to just let it go and move on with his day.

     And then she has to open her mouth. "You know, I was going to apologize, but after that?" He starts walking away from her. "Just fuck you." Clearly his good mood is completely killed by her attitude justified or otherwise.

     He pulls up a chair at the bar, frustrated and not exactly feeling the good vibes anymore. NOW he needed that drink. He reaches over for a glass and kicks back the whole contents in a single gulp.

     A moment later he's hopping up with little effort, or rather he hops over the chair. In one swift motion he falls flat onto the ground and knocking over the next two bar-stools in the process and sending the empty glass crashing to the ground shattering. That's not even mentioning the fact he manages to absolutely slam his forehead into the bar on his way down.

     "Something's telling me I might have had enough to drink, can't tell what though." A single hand reaching up to rub the spot on his forehead where he'd managed to slam face first into the bar. His moment of anger and bravado completely out the window from the force of the impact.

     He reaches up to the bar, pulling himself to a stand. He wobbles there for a moment placing his hands down on the bar to support himself. He tilts his head to one side then snaps it back to the other trying to shake some sense back into himself. "Tony, I'm going gambling, I'll be back later."

Iron Man has posed:
Oh good, this party is going swimmingly. Tony stays entirely out of the big issue, because there's liquor to enjoy, and he is going to do exactly that. SHIELD can sort out their own mess. Tony has some wine to enjoy and---

Annnnd crash. Tony sets down his now emptied wine glass, with a sort of jaded 'seen it all before' expression, and comes around the bar. Rhodey's alive and moving, so Tony doesn't overly worry. "How the hell did I end up the sober one?" Tony questions of Rhodey, in mixed disbelief, watching him get back up. Not that Tony's sober either.

"Let's get me caught back up," Tony rolls with. He doesn't get involved, but he can diffuse a little by distracting Rhodey. Clint (and Skye) gets a silent little message in the look from Tony. Fix later, drinks for now.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Good question," Clint smiles as he takes a seat at the bar. He glances back at Skye, asking without words if she wanted to join them. "Though if you're catching up and we're getting started, then, we're going to need more wine," he offers casting a look around the bar for another bottle.

Tony's plan? Drink now, fix later, Clint is totally down for that.

Quake has posed:
For her part, Skye is done. Done like dinner. And screw the drink now, fix later.

"Thanks for everything Tony," she says, pointedly ignoring Rhodes. "But I've not slept properly in weeks. I think bed is about where I'm at."

She signs at Clint ~You're friend is an asshole. And drunk. Talk later. I really can use the sleep.~

He gets a kiss on his cheek and the girl sees herself off to whichever room they've been assigned.