Realistic or Modern It's Vegas Baby! (Private)

[DamnCatsMeow]

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Sin City. If there were a heaven for gods, he had found his. The hedonism and debauchery was so aromatic, it drifted down the strip and enveloped every nook & cranny of his senses as he sat in the back of the cab as it hurtled towards The Mansion at the MGM Grand Hotel. It had been over three decades since he last visited Vegas and he intended to enjoy every moment of it. Dionysus leaned his face against the cool glass window and watched the lights as they flew by, blurring together. As traffic slowed, his imagination took hold as he pictured the parties yet to come, the drinks yet to be poured, the women yet to be devoured. If he was lucky, half the city would end up naked at The Mansion by the weekend.
Finally, the cab fare was paid, his bags were snagged and he was settled comfortably into the expensive and expansive Villa. The night was still young though and what harm would a few drinks do before his meeting tomorrow? Throwing on his nicest jeans, a fitted black tshirt and blazer, he left the Villa and began to roam. He wanted to see the underbelly, the streets and bars that tourists actively avoided. That was where he was going to find his people.
After finding the shadiest dive bar off the strip, Dion walked in looking incredibly out of place. He was the diamond in the rough and boy, were things rough.
Strutting up to the bar, Dionysus took a seat and waited patiently for the barkeep. In the meantime, he made use of his charm as two young, cheap looking women approached and decided to drape across him. He couldn't blame them. He was a /god/ after all, not to mention his personalized new cologne. "Now, now ladies, I am willing to buy you your drink of choice. Let me guess? Sex on the beach?" He smirked, his mocking tone going unnoticed. He was going to have so much fun.


After all, it's Vegas Baby.

 

[SpiralingMadness]

"Mia, cover the bar. I'm steppin' out for a minute."
Some called it silly, some a sixth sense. Mia called it her 'mutation'. When she offered to pick up the extra shifts during the week, there it had decided to resurface, making her feel silly. Almost anxious- but she pushed through. What was the harm, right? As she stepped in to the bar her coworker stepped out, passing her the few (many) orders he had taken and the tabs he had picked up before disappearing in back. Drink after drink had been called out, ordered and filled, all before her manager could take notice of the crowd that had started to form around the bar. As it began to disperse, patrons returning to their booths or the dance floor, that feeling had come back. Stronger than ever. 'Sex on the beach?' The voice echoed and bounced off the walls in her head. Stumbling, Mia dropped the glasses she had pulled from the counter on to the floor, adamant on avoiding eye contact. "Sorry, we don't--we're out of schnapps."

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

A small crowd of drunken women had begun to gather around him, smelling money. Others in the bar had started to become aware of his presence as well, because it was clear that he didn't quite fit in. As the barmaids voice drifted over the crowd, he lifted his gaze, catching site of her. "No Schnapps, huh? Well, we aren't picky, right girls?" They giggled, one crawling into his lap, her arms lacing around his neck to keep from falling. "I think it'll just be three vodka tonics then."
Dion flashed his award winning smile as he reached into his back pocket, producing a black card. "And start a tab for me will you? I'm going to be here a while..."
In truth, he wanted to push the broad off him. The barmaid was much more attractive than the bottom barrel addicts fawning over him. Maybe coming to this side of town wouldn't be a complete waste?

 

[SpiralingMadness]

"Of course." Mia replied, swiping the card from his fingers. Before she could be interrupted again, she turned on her heel and was off, collecting the proper glasses, the proper ingredients. Her hands shook as she filled the glasses, hazel eyes glancing up every few moments making sure that he was still 'occupied'. All three glasses slid down the counter as Mia returned, card and the tab journal in hand. "I just need you to sign..."

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

Not once did his eyes leave her every moment she was in view. Then when presented with an opportunity to speak with her, he couldn't resist. "Of course, give me a moment though, won't you?" With a sly smirk, he shoved the woman off his lap and stood, brushing the wrinkles and glitter off his clothing. "How about you beautiful ladies take this coke and run into the ladies room, yeah? No strings attached. Just a token of my admiration." With greed in their eyes, the girls nodded and grabbed the bag from his hand before disappearing. With a relaxed sigh, Dion took his seat once more, pulling a pen from his lapel. "Now where were we?"

 

[SpiralingMadness]

"Your name." Through the strands of hair framing her face, hiding the features she knew would make her recognizable, she watched the doors to the ladies bathroom swing open. Hands tense, Mia takes a deep breath and flips the large journal open, finding a brand new page to scribble down the date- and her initials. MA. She turns the journal back towards him, marking an X on the page, pointing to where he could sign. "How generous of you." She comments with a roll of her eyes, closing the book after he signs. "If your 'token of admiration' causes an overdose, I'll hand you the mop to clean up the bathroom."

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

He genuinely smiled, his skin feeling electric. Where did this come from? It was almost magnetic. Dion let out a small laugh, "Don't worry about them. They're leaving in about five minutes." He paused for just a quick beat, "Have we met before by chance?" It would have been impossible but she looked as if she was ready to bolt, a very odd reaction as most women at least /flirted/ with him. Surely she couldn't be so shallow as to judge him based off the hags doing coke in her bathroom. It was Vegas, that's usually a Monday morning.

 

[SpiralingMadness]

And he was staying. FUCKSHITFUCK. Her lips twitched ever so slightly as she slid the credit card back over to him and pulled the journal from the counter. "No." The response was short and quick. It was an obvious lie, any one who had known Mia would see it, call her out on it, make her look like a fool. But she made sure he didn't know her- he wouldn't. "Is there anything else I can get you? "

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

"Yes, there is, i'm glad you asked. I'd like to take you out. I'm having a party tomorrow and I want you to be my plus one. You seem like you could use a break." She was hiding something and he knew it. Well, Miss, game on. He smirked, reaching out to graze her wrist before she retreated too far. Then all at once, things slowed down. It was the biggest rush of adrenaline he had felt since....since...when? He analyzed her for a minute, taking the time to be in the moment. There was something different about her, something familiar and yet foreign. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
Shaking his head, he refocused, searching the space between them for her reply.

 

[SpiralingMadness]

Instantly her body was warmer, her cheeks red. Time stood still. She was caught like a deer in headlights. If the bartender didn't come back soon, she was going to let the secret out. After an intense silence, she began to pull away, raising her head at the sound of her co-worker coming back through. "I don't like parties." She didn't like his parties. It had been a few years since she had attended her first- but she remembered what went on. What was all entailed at a Dionysus bash. "Marty said you could go 'head an clock out, Mia. Have a good night."

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

Mia....the name danced around his brain and begged to drip off his lips. For a moment, he caught of glimpse of her curled up in his arms, her hair draped delicately across her face, a warm blush on her cheeks...but it was probably nothing more than his imagination getting carried away. "Come on, let me at least escort you home. This area isn't the best you know." His brow furrowed, concern washing over his face.

 

[SpiralingMadness]

While he didn't know who she was, she knew him. Even if she had said no, she was certain there would've been a car following her up until the very moment she had entered her building. "Wait here." She sighed, stepping around her replacement, exiting the bar area- disappearing in to the break room. Ten minutes later, she emerges, wrapped tightly in a light sweater, a messenger bag wrapped around her shoulders. "You can stay and drink, you know. I don't live far, I'll be fine"

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

"Yeah, yeah. I am woman, here me roar. Shall we?" Offering her an arm, he smiled. As they stepped out into the cool air, he let her lead the way. "So when did you move to Las Vegas? No one who works here was born here."
As they were leaving the bar, the two girls from the bar stumbled out the bathroom animatedly only to be struck with heavy disappointment. He would have left this business deal behind if it meant getting to know her better. He was curious about everything she was. More than human? Someone from another life? It was a mystery that kept him on the edge of his seat. It was thrilling.

 

[SpiralingMadness]

She rolled her eyes and fastened the sweater tighter around her, folding her arms to keep it from opening again. "A few years ago..." She admitted without giving too much in to it. Anymore and he could start piecing it together. "I lived out in New York for a bit." She took a deep breath once she was outside of the bar, her eyes scanning the streets, taking note of the tourists- and the man in the suit, waiting just outside of the SUV for his boss and his orders. Somethings would never change, hm? Mia recalled how difficult it had been to wipe both their minds, a man who was trained to remember, trained to protect- and a God who had been around for centuries. "So where are you staying at?"

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

"The Mansion at the MGM. I have it for the next month. I'm here promoting my Tequila." There was nothing he loved more than to peacock around attractive women. Except for maybe a well aged Merlot. As the valet opened the door, he waited patiently for her to hop in, offering his hand to assist. Soon, he had slid in next to her and they were off. "You interested in a tour?"

 

[SpiralingMadness]

'So he finally did it' She thought to herself, leaning back on to the headrest once she was in the car, her eyes catching the drivers in the mirror before she finally relaxed in the seat. 'From wine to tequila' Anything he put together- for the business- always had the best success. "Huh..." Her lips twitched, eyes rolling yet again. "You just seem like more of a wine guy." Shrugging slightly, Mia glanced out of the windows of the car. "A tour? this late?"

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

"I can always have my driver take you home. I won't be so bold as to assume you'd take me up on my offer of taking one of the four bedrooms." A small smirk tugged on the corner of his lips as he reached across to the seats across from them, grabbing a bottle of water to offer to her. "I used to be a wine guy. Part of me always will be but I've just lost the taste for it. There's nothing exciting about it anymore. But spirits? There are so many untapped possibilities and it's perfect for the younger crowd who like to party."

 

[SpiralingMadness]

"The house in New York had six, didn't it?" A slip of the tongue. She couldn't help herself. It was HIM. He brought it out in her. It was why she had ran in the first place; They were both so caught up with challenging each other, forcing reactions out of one another. They had kept up with each other but at what cost? The road they were on was going to crash and burn. "I may just have to try some one of these days..."

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

The house in New York? But-- how? "I did have a house in New York...how...i'm sorry but how did you know that?" The car has stopped at a red light and another flash of images emerged of playing the piano, Paris, the bathroom counter...He looked up at her, his eyes searching for hers. "Mia, please tell me what's going on."

 

[SpiralingMadness]

"Wild guess?" Her arms unfolded. She rubbed at the side of her head, sucking in her cheeks as she went over what to say- over and over again. "It's not--" She shook her head, trying to stop the memories from flooding back, trying to take it all back. "Stop the car."

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, Dion nodded and he complied with pulling over. Not a half second after they were parked, he hopped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. Fresh cold air never felt so good.
Leaning against the car, he ran a hand through his hair. His chest fluttered with a mixture of confusion, restraint, and warmth. It was foreign and uncomfortable, like trying to settle into a hotel bed.

 

[SpiralingMadness]

What did I do? What did I do?
The faster they had went their separate ways, the better. But to start it all over again? Wipe everything? It had nearly killed her the first time. She spent almost an entire month on James' couch, getting back on her feet, learning how to do it all over again. It took some time for her to come out of the car, rehearsing what she needed to say, going over what she should say as to not upset him further. As she stepped out of the car, it took everything in her to not look past him and just go. But the moment she opened her mouth- well, she owed him an explanation now. "It wasn't intentional, you have to believe that, I was... I was scared. Scared and stupid."

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

Dion kept his distance as she stepped out of the car. She looked so scared and so fragile, he wanted to bridge the gap between them and scoop her into his arms, keep her safe and close. More memory fragments broke through as he remembered the danger they endured together, the heartache and chaos....her hesitant behavior made so much more sense. “What did you do? What happened?”

The moment the Bahamas snaked their way into his memories, he shook his head and began pacing.

 

[SpiralingMadness]

"I wanted to give you a clean break. I didn't want you to find me. Vegas obviously wasn't the smartest choice..." She admitted, pulling at the ends of her hair. "I left..."

 

[DamnCatsMeow]

“God damn it, Mia...” Dions voice cracked as he stopped pacing to glance up at her. Everything he had done for the past few years, all of it without her, without the family he had built and loved. “Damnit!” He snarled, turning away from her to let his frustration out on the trash can behind him.