3976/Vegas Pt 8. Maybe. IDK I'm Drunk

Vegas Pt 8. Maybe. IDK I'm Drunk
Date of Scene:	27 February 2018
Location:	Las Vegas, Nevada
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Wolverine, Quake, War Machine

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Iron Man has posed:
VEGAS!

It's Monday, just after dark. Casino, Interior. Lights, flash, music, smoke, sea of people. Monday. Not that it makes any real difference for those on vacation here. Vegas is 24/7, and it doesn't matter which day anymore, or which night. It can all be a blur to those that are drunk.

It is the interior casino, the main haunt of the group of Avengers and SHIELD agents, when they aren't off enjoying various shows or 'other' activities, that is. And the hotel and casino staff are more than trilled to host not one, but TWO billionaires (Stark, and Wayne) at the same time. The publicity alone, and the crowds it is attracting, is wonderful for business. And for Tony Stark: the man probably has a hand cramp from autographs.

Tony is being very patient with people in general, though it frustrates whoever he his gambling with to constantly stop and selfie or whatever else he's in demand for. But then, they knew it was coming, with Tony being the 'savior of the internet'. And vegas is nothing if not a town that loves its media, glamor, and celebrities. And Tony hits all of those right now.

Tony has just finished a rousingly lucky round at the craps table and has stepped aside to engage with a bachelorette party, chatting with them, and making the bride question her life choices. To some, this constant barrage might be exhausting, but Tony seems to thrive in it. With a drink in hand-- (or empty glass, which he scowls at, and promptly gets eight offers to help him refill it).

Wolverine has posed:
    Hiding in the background, with a large glass of whiskey in one hand, and a very attractive blonde in the other, Logan observes the table around him while playing Blackjack. At this moment it appears he is losing a fair amount of money, probably all the winnings from the last super hero poker night. As he is currently incognito, his eye patch is on, and his white tuxedo is in perfect condition. After all, the last time he wore this tux, it was stabbed repeatedly from now deceased Hand assassins.

Quake has posed:
For her part, Skye was cranky at being made to leave all her electronics in the suite. Even her cell phone. May had insisted despite the fact that Skye wasn't going to be anywhere near the slot machines. Not even close. Her protests fell on deaf ears, which didn't leave Skye any happier. It was just a cell phone (Skye, I've seen what you can do with a cellphone was pretty much May's response, along with one of those patented stares of 'you'll concede or we'll have words') - who in this day and age went about without their cellphone? Skye was quite certain that she was the single human being on the floor in the casino /without/ a cell phone.

May was right though. Skye could do scary things with one.

Clint was off doing.. Skye forgot what he said it was he just had to go see, but he said he'd be back soon enough. He'd kissed her on the cheek and fled. She knew it must have been exciting to him given the cheek vs lips, but she was more amused than anything else.

Craps, though. She figured there had to be a way to beat the game, but all the ways she could think of involved having a longer period with those dice than the boxman would allow. And a nail file. A thing sadly lacking at the moment.

War Machine has posed:
     For Rhodey this has been something of a dream vacation made reality. Ever since he's gotten here he may not have gotten the royal treatment but he's sure had the luck of Royalty. He can't even remember the last time he lost a game since getting here. That might be the booze clouding his memory though, he has had his fair share to get him through the day.

     At the moment however he's mostly sober, only having had a single drink to better enjoy the evening as he sets at the blackjack table winning his fourth hand in a row. Something was odd about the way he kept winning but to be honest he was just having far too good a time to even pay it any mind. He's already quadrupled the money he started with after all, and it looks like his winning streak isn't coming to an end any time soon.

     As Tony steps away from the table he just puts that worry right out of his mind. That's all it was: a winning streak, eventually he'd start losing and it'd all balance out. In the end he'd probably even wind up leaving with none of the money he started with. However as he shows his cards it seems like this round isn't the end of his winning streak.

     He quietly collects his winnings with a broad smile. "Well that was fun, great round guys, have to play again someti-" He starts to say with a friendly voice as he goes to move away from the table. "Wait just a goddamned minute." An angry voice shouts out from the table. "He's got a card up his damn sleeve."

     "Uh what?" Is the only response Rhodey can give paused mid collection of his chips. "I think you're seeing things b-" But out of nowhere a right hook slams into his face sending Rhodey reeling backwards right into a very well dressed man at the high rollers table causing him to spill his drink all over the giant of a man next to him who throws a punch in return knocking Rhodey forward. This causes one of the waitresses to trip spilling her drinks down the back of an old lady at the slot machines who jumps up with a shrike clocking the man next to her in the process who manages to drop his cigarette right into the arm of a nearby patron who returns a fist in kind. In a series of rube Goldberg moments it goes from zero to chaos as a large scale brawl breaks out on the casino floor.

Iron Man has posed:
"Tulip!" Tony addresses Skye. "If you need any luck blown into those dice, I'm available," Tony lets her know. He has just finished a group selfie with the mass of bachelorette partygoers and changed out his drink for a fresh one. He also seems to have gained a magenta and teal lei from the women.

And then everything seems to go wrong right next to Rhodey.

Tony pulls the magenta lei off and attempts to drape it loosely on Skye. No, it doesn't contain a file or anything. It's floofy though. And she can consider herself lei'd by Tony.

"I expected this sooner, honestly," Tony observes of the mess, stepping back as somebody falls near his feet. Security is, of course, suddenly charging in, and Tony is a prime protection target (as is the craps table zone, with those chips out), and Tony's staying out of it for the moment. In that he drinks his drink.

Quake has posed:
Oh, the urge to get a better look at those dice while everyone else is busy trashing the floor and evading security.. That it's he who she's still giving stink eye to that started the whole mess only makes the young woman smug. But damn, they have eyes on those dice - must pay the staff well. First punch was thrown, that was the first thing they grabbed for. Dice. Off the table. Even before things had a chance to full on fall into chaos.

Damn, huh? Though it's likely just as well. Not that Tony's money couldn't buy them all out of jail, but she'd be banned off the floor and May would give her one of those lectures without words that consisted of being given disapproving looks until you blurted out all the things you weren't going to do again and were sorry you did in the first place.. and dear gods how did that woman manage that? Skye wasn't one to break that easily. She had a history of piss and vinegar.

May was not human.

Leave it to Tony to use the moment to make a joke, though. The lei settling about her shoulders where he draped it. Skye fully following the unstated joke of the thing. Lei'd by Tony. "In your dreams," she tells him with a smirk. Nodding at the other. "Yeah. I know. You figured I'd be the first one thrown out. So did May." Skye holds up her hands. "Look, ma. No electronics. Though someone might want to cut him off. Fuck. People think I'm a mess."

Wolverine has posed:
    Looking at the commotion with one eye, Patch sighs, and tosses his chips on the table once more. Shaking his head, he leans back in his chair, and picks up the cigar off the ash tray, and takes a very large inhale. Those around him give him dirty looks, and the card dealer's attempt to tell him that it was not allowed was silenced by Patch's very dirty, "if looks could kill" look.

    After all, Patch was there "incognito" which, for him, was an incredible feat of engineering. After all, Patch was one of the most recognizable short fuses in the World. This time though, he was there for damage control, just in case. *SNIFF, SNIFF*. Something...

War Machine has posed:
     In the midst of the chaos and the fighting Rhodey drops to the ground crawling like he's back in basic. It was never this hard in the marines. Alright that was a bit of an exaggeration but at least when he was a Marine he could roughly come to expect the fight. He crawls fast as he can between legs avoiding drinks being thrown in peoples faces and the feet stomping around.

     It's pure chaos as fists are thrown back and fourth security getting in on the action to try and put a stop to the insanity of it all. They don't seem to happy but they are doing an excellent job of keeping the fighting at least somewhat contained.

     "Tony" He whispers loudly as he gets to the edge of the fighting looking up and over towards his best friend. "Get me the hell outa h-" Is all he manages to say before the giant from earlier grabs him by the legs and drags him right back into the center of the fight causing him to shout loudly in panic. "No, no, no, no." As he's lifted high into the air. His eyes are wide for a moment as he tries to think fast, before being thrown down right back into the midst of combat. "What part of ACIDENT don't you people get." He shouts out over the sounds of fists being thrown as more security shows up to try and contain the fighting further and maybe just maybe put a stop to the fighting. "I swear I don't know anything about any cards up sleeves." As he's thrown forward into another combatant tossed back and fourth as he fights his instincts to really hurt some people.

Iron Man has posed:
SIGHHH! "Hold this," Tony hands his drink over to the nearest person - which might actually be Skye, or whoever. A clear 'hold my beer' moment as he looks at the fight and then comes around the left side, and starts to pull a poor lady back. She nearly decks him, looks at him, and about passes out when she realizes who he is.

Tony gets in a little further, and then a manager, which means SECURITY realizes. Two of them break off from the fight to protect and get the billionaire the hell away from it. The last thing they want in the casino today is to get pictures taken of a brawl where Stark gets injured. Tony argues with them a little bit over it, gesturing at the situation as a whole. Stark has his own 'battle' now: the battle of a manager who appears by magic to try to sate him to get him to move by offering him things.

Quake has posed:
Ayup. Skye gets his 'beer'.. Or whatever it is. She sniffs the edge of his glass as she hops up on the table, parking her ass as she watches the brawl. She's not about to get involved in it. And she's not armed, so there's no quick 'don't make me shoot the rest of you' fix. What she can do, however, is drink Tony's drink. Wut? It was this level when you handed it to me, dude. Prove otherwise. (Fine, there are security tapes, but that drink is going to be long gone by that point anyway.)

Wow, that big dude really wants to lay into Rhodes. Someone is going to be pissed if Tony takes a hit to the chest. (Skye absently worried that Tony's cables are up in the suite and he's down here, but really, he's not in /that/ much danger of passing out or blowing up, is he? She remembers which lead goes where, though, should an emergency arise).

Mostly she's just watching. So far no stray punches or bodies flying her way. She's relatively safe for the moment.

Wolverine has posed:
    Patch doesn't get involved at all. Which is a first. Patch's smile is a fine one though, as he watches the intrepdi Stark Team get pulled into that...whatever it was. Holding his cigar in one hand and his recently refilled whiskey in the other, Patch simply stands, pulls the blonde who was almost hit by a flying...billiard ball?...back towards him, and doesn't even spill his drink!

    "Nice!" Patch was proud of himself for that one. Looking at Skye, Patch makes eye! contact, winks at her, which looks like he was blinkin, and then wacthes the fight get even dirtier. "Well, this should be interestin'." Patch grins, and takes a drink of his whiskey. "What do ya' think darlin'?" Patch asks of the blonde, shocked beyond words.

War Machine has posed:
     Rhodey resurfaces from the crowd, now practically a cloud of fists security and patrons more so then an actual fight of any kind. It's gotten next to impossible to tell what's going on other then a shower of punches thrown objects shouting and kicks. "Anytime you're ready to jump in and help it'd be really appreciated!" He calls out in his outside voice as a hand grabs onto his head pulling him back into the fight. "Just lay off me already."

     The fight is at least shrinking in terms of the actual battlefield. People are pulled out of the crowd and set aside to cool down, and security is doing their best to do their job without anyone getting severely hurt. Whatever Rhodey might have been planning to do this vacation this right here wasn't it. At least he was pretty sure it wasn't.

Quake has posed:
The wink gets an amused arch of brow from Skye as she lifts Tony's drink in salute to the stranger, mouthing, "You wish" at him. Then again, he's got fawning blonde on his arm, it wasn't likely serious. Still, it was one of the nicer receptions she's had this weekend.

Rhodes' request for help is met with something of a frown. She'd not really thought to get involved in that fracas. Tony was 'helping' as only Tony could help, which was to say at points it was questionable whose side he was on. Totally part of Tony's charm, but still.

With a sigh, she downs the remainder of Tony's drink and considers the fray. She's got training in hand to hand. She could probably knock a few of the outliers in that fight out of the ring. Make it simpler for the rest. But did she really, really want to join in the fight?

Stranger with blonde is given a questioning look, much as if to say: So.. wanna join a schoolyard fight? We might get a detention..

War Machine has posed:
     The buildings security are doing a fine job of thinning the heard as Rhodey pokes his head up out of the crowd once, there's a pause as he's pulled back in. Twice, he's thrown to the side. Three times and he's lifted up into the air once again only to be thrown clear across the fight and right at Skye!

     His eyes are wide and there's a panic on his face as his training kicks in and he preps for a hard landing. The most important part of knowing how to fight is learning how to fall, and falling was something he'd gotten real damn good at.

     It doesn't stop him from soaring just inches over her head. His landing isn't the most graceful but it does mitigate most of the damage simply leaving him completely discombobulated as the fight simply carries on without him, leaving him to rub his head and wonder what he did to deserve even half of what just happened.

Iron Man has posed:
And... there is a chance to get to Rhodey. Tony adapts. And does one of things he does best: he throws money at it. In a quick negotiation, he indicates Rhodey where he landed, and gets security that possibly should have still been on containing the rest of it to follow him to Rhodey. Tony squats in front of him. "You've soaked. What is that, beer? And that ... a daiquiri?" Tony says to him, looking him over, shaking his head, smirking. "Get changed, we still are going to dinner and a show - unless you want to sit in cold beer while we eat. Might be unpleasant for others that might sit in your lap, too," Tony teases. As if the fight to the side wasn't even a thing. And maybe it's not.

"Paul," Tony begins, indicating one of the new best friend security guys. "Is gonna make sure no old ladies trip you on the way." And Paul will definitely help escort Rhodey out. Tony checks on his other people, and resolves the gaze with Skye. He wanders back her way, casually.

"Some stacks of chips on the house coming to us for our trouble," Tony comments. Trust Tony to somehow make out better of a situation he shouldn't have.

Quake has posed:
Well, then. Skye hadn't made up her mind whether or not to join the fray, but it's made up for her as Rhodes is tossed in her direction. And while she could flinch and move away, she can also use one of those fancy schmancy moves SHIELD taught her to toss someone... to hellp mitigate his landing. It probably will make it nicer for both of them if she does.

Only whoever tossed him wasn't aiming for short and cute, so Rhodes goes sailing over her head, all without her being able to show off or help him. She kinda pouts about that, but not for terribly long. The young woman hopping off her table to at least make her way over to make sure the thrown man is okay, and see if Tony is suggesting they blow this popsicle stand, or what.

Iron Man has posed:
"I'm ready to NOT be hit by any flying objects that I don't deserve," Tony says. "I'll get the chips put into my tab; if you want a share later, remind me," Tony continues with a vague gesture. It's just money, right?

He looks around slowly as if trying to remember where he left something. But then resolves it by procuring a new drink off of a waitress that was mostly just watching the fight. He downs all of it and puts it back on her tray.

"Let's walk," Tony suggests to Skye, and starts to move away. Yep, new popsicle stand desired.