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If there is one benefit to being Raven, as opposed to someone sane, it is that he can travel to very many different places.

If there is one benefit to being Lilly Kane, as opposed to someone not blonde, bubbly, and evil, it is that she is very good at getting her way.

Which is why she and Raven are currently in Vegas, staring up at the very tall and glowing buildings.

Or Raven is staring, at least.

And maybe trying not to laugh.

"They are calling the aliens, perhaps? Or possibly it is like signal flares?"

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"Yes," Lilly says solemnly. "They are signal flares of FUN."

"...also possibly alien beacons."

She grins at him.

"But they also contain alcohol, casinos, clubs, and many amusingly inebriated and often half-naked people. Let's go!"

"It is good that you admit that, I think."

He wrinkles his nose at her as they move off into the well lit crowds.

"I am wondering, perhaps, if you will become an amusingly inebriated and half-naked person?"

It is, after all, something that has doubtless happened before.

Lilly gasps, a hand flying to her her heart. It's the most coverage her cleavage is likely to get all night.

"Raven! I thought you knew me better than that."

There's a smirk before she grabs his hand to tug him into a large white building.

"I'm an all-or-nothing kind of girl."

"I will find you a scarf, then."

He sounds very earnest.

"Also possibly a woolen coat. They are often very long, yes?"

"Yes, they are," Lilly says as they push through the crowds.

"But not often available in a town where the daytime temperature often gets over 100 degrees."

She's taking Raven towards the main casino floor. She figures the generally glittery appearance will be appealing.

"Possibly endurance is a thing you need to practice."

And then he stops.

Raven is like . . .

a kid in a candy . . . . no

a kid on Christmas . . . no

a kid . . . . no

Incandescent. That is a very descriptive word.

"It is very shiny, I think."

He casts a sideways smile at her.

"You are good at winning, perhaps?"

The look on Raven's face kinda already counts as a win to Lilly.

"I have a pretty good track record. Also, a sizeable amount of money to play with. Where do you want to start?"

"With the fruit, I think."

Raven is already heading toward the slot machines.

Cherries are very tasty.

Though possibly not when they are only painted.

"The fru- oh."

Lilly follows, grinning. This could prove to be interesting.

"I hate to burst your bubble, Raven, but real cherries aren't all that common in this town."

Raven nods solemnly, looking intently at each machine as they pass.

"It is the hookers."

Blink.

"Also the weather, I am thinking."

And then he stops in front of a forlorn and lonely machine.

And waits for the little old lady to leave.

And waits.

Lilly sucks at waiting.

"Oh my GOD," she says suddenly, sounding utterly shocked as she gazes just out of the little old lady's range of vision.

"That's- that can't be Tom Jones, can it?"

The little old lady's head snaps around. There's a second of hesitation before she abandons her machine and trots off to where Lilly's staring, wide-eyed.

Raven grins, and ruffles Lilly's hair.

Then he sits down in front of the slot machine and pulls the lever.

It is kind of funny how it works without requiring a quarter, isn't it?

Funny, but somehow unsurprising. Lilly grins and flags down a passing waitra- oh, right. Real waiters in this place.

"Hey, I'd like a martini. Rave-"

It dawns on her mid-sentence that Raven's a bit of an unusual name outside of bar, and that really, they're probably not going to need to do anything to attract extra attention.

"Raven-haired love of my life, can I get you anything?"

Raven looks up, batting his eyelashes extravagantly.

"Whiskey will do very well, I am thinking."

He beams at her, teeth bright and sharp, and then the machine begins making noise.

And there are a lot of quarters pouring out.

"The good kind, yes?"

Lilly just laughs.

"You heard him," she tells the waiter. "The good stuff."

The waiter nods and heads off. Lilly turns her attention back to Raven.

"I was going to come up with a fake name for you, but I think maybe a nickname instead. Like, oh, Lucky?"

In that way where he makes his own luck.

Raven makes a face.

"It will do, perhaps. Though it is little enough to do with luck."

This is skill, Lilly.

And judicious chea--manipulation of events.

"Possibly there should be more fruit, and then the spinning wheel? It is oddly bouncy, I think."

"I'll show you oddly bouncy," Lilly mutters, eyeing a pair of clearly fake breasts as they totter by. Attached to a bleached blonde, of course. This isn't Milliways.

"More fruit, definitely. I like cherries."

"Also perky, perhaps."

But Raven isn't looking.

Nope.

"Lemons are not so bad, but--"

He laughs.

"--not here, I am thinking."

There is another loud clattering of coins into the winners tray, and Raven scoops them up.

"It is enough to be starting with, I think, yes?"

"Totally," Lilly replies.

She eyes the heap of coins.

"Although at some point we may want to convert them into bills of small denominations. You know. Easier to... carry."

Raven tilts his head, looking, perhaps, a little confused.

"It is, perhaps, what pockets are for, yes?"

"What if you don't have pockets?" Lilly points out.

Thongs so rarely do.

"Oh, finally. Our drinks are here."

The waiter has returned with a martini and a whisky, as promised. Lilly finds it vaguely unsettling that her server doesn't have a tail.

Raven could give him one.

Probably.

If Lilly really wanted him to.

As it is, however, he just takes the whiskey and gulps it down.

"Possibly a sock, then, yes? Or a very large bag."

And these can handily double as weapons.

Brilliant.

Lilly's sipping her martini as Raven polishes off his drink. She arches an eyebrow.

"Oh, it's going to be that kind of night, huh?"

She lifts her glass and then stops.

"Wait. Does your biology, or whatever, actually let you get drunk?"

Raven fails to not look shifty.

"It is possible to pretend, I think."

He manages to look even shifter.

"Like with getting high, perhaps."

Lilly's jaw drops.

"You got HIGH? Without ME?"

She narrows her eyes.

"Fine. Then you're making it up to me by getting very, very drunk with me tonight.