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They'd been out on the strip most of the evening.

Dinner (so much food!), dancing, walking and talking, even a show at the MGM Grand.

Now, with his hand resting on her lower back, Ruin escorts Mary Anne into the lobby of Caesar's Palace. The casino was in full swing as midnight approached, and he kisses her shoulder.

"Ready to test our luck, Legs?" he asks, breath hot against her skin.

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She gasps, letting her head fall back.

"Too bad. You and your ah hobby of shredding my clothes."

She rocks against him, nails raking lightly over the back of his neck.

He licks from her collarbone to her ear.

"Mmm. A hobby you encourage."

He is about to slide his hands up under her shirt when there is the distinct clearing of a throat from behind Mary Anne. Ruin looks over her shoulder at a hotel employee, his cheeks bright and flushed.

"Excuse me, sir, ma'am, but you can't be doing that in the casino."

"Mmm?"

Mary Anne looks blearily over her shoulder, eyes half lidded.

"Oh. So sorry."

There is little to no actual regret in her tone as she slowly untwines herself from around Ruin.

"Don't know about you, pet, but I could use a drink."

Because alcohol is an acceptable replacement for sex against the wall, but only when there's rules against the latter.

He laughs and leads her away from the blushing young man, winking at him as they turn the corner.

"Then to the bar we go, love. Best place for a drink."

She wraps an arm around his waist.

"Mhm. We are going to have to pick up where we left off later on, though. Only this time without helpful employees interrupting."

"Oh yes," he agrees as they reach the long bar. "We need to properly break in our hotel room."

The bartender arrives and Ruin looks at her.

"What are you going to have?"

"Hmm..."

She debates getting a Bloody Mary, but figures she might as well go for something other than her usual.

"Cosmo, please."

He smirks.

"Scotch sour and a Cosmo," he tells the bartender, who nods and gets to work on their drinks.

Ruin plays with a lock of her hair.

"Enjoying yourself, Legs?"

"Extremely," she says, grinning.

"I should have you plan all of my vacations from now on."

"I am a fabulous travel agent," he points out when their drink arrive. "Next time, I'll take you to a world full of water and the most exotic fish..."

She takes a sip of her drink.

"So long as they aren't carnivorous fish, sounds like an excellent idea."

"You wouldn't like an exciting holiday filled with running from gigantic, man-eating fish?" he asks with a smirk.

"I should hope we'd be swimming from them," she counters.

"If those bastards can make it out of the water, it'd throw a wrench into my land-based plans."

He laughs before sipping his drink.

"Wanna tell me what those land-based plans might be?"

"Well...tanning, sex on the beach, sleeping on the beach, sex on the beach..."

She pauses, taking a drink.

"Did I name one of those twice?"

"Do you know where the sand goes when you have sex on the beach?" he asks with a raised eyebrow, downing his drink quickly and nodding to the bartender to keep them coming.

"What about on a blanket on the beach?" she offers.

"Or in the water...provided there were no man-eating fish."

He shakes his head, still chuckling as another glass is put at his hand.

Conversation remains along such lines: sex... holidays... sex... drinking... sex...

It was a theme for them. Sipping drinks moved to out-and-out drinking. From Cosmos and Whiskey Sours to seeing who could do the most tequila shots. About the eighth shot, which Ruin slammed down on the bartop after drinking, made him realize he was seeing two... or was it three?... Mary Annes in front of him.

"Legs," he slurred, leaning over to press a kiss to her shoulder (though it ended up more near her breast). "Tell me 'gain why we've not done this 'fore?"

She cradles his face between her hands--ostensibly to lift his head and make him look at her, or maybe just to prove which of the wavy outlines was in fact Ruin.

"I hon'stly have no idea," she answers.

"But we should do it more of'n."

"Mmm," he agrees, managing to press his lips to hers. "'Nother round?"

He turns to the bartender.

"'Nother round!" he shouts, grinning. "One of us gon' lose, Legs. It ain' gon' be me."

Her jaw drops.

"The hell! I c'n drink way more'n you."

She grabs the next shot as soon as the bartender finishes pouring, then tosses it back. She sets the empty glass down with a firm clink.

"C'mon. Put yer booze where yer mouth is."

Ruin does the same, only this time the shot takes just a little bit longer to go down.

He swears that the room is spinning.

"Maybe yer right," he admits sullenly. "Been t' long since I've done this." He blinks, trying to focus on her. "Gods of th' uni'erse, yer beau'ful, Legs."

She looks smug.

Just don't ask her to walk a straight line.

"So'kay. Ya got time to practice."

She grins, blushing a little. "You jus' saying that cuz 'm close enough for you t' see."

He trails his finger from the hollow of her throat to her cleavage.

"If I though' you would take me sersly, I'd make an 'onest wo...wo...woman of ya..." he mumbles to that cleavage.

She blinks, which is more of an effort than it sounds.

"But 'm pleny 'onest. Don' lie. Much. Oft'n."