Vegas, querida. Vegas!

[vesper_verde]

Marcelo noticed that everything going on recently was starting to wear on Stephanie. Particularly the fear Vargas brought with him. As concerned as he was about being on a hit list, Marcelo was more concerned about Stephanie falling apart. They needed to get away. After some finagling Marcelo worked out a way for the two of them to spend a weekend in Las Vegas.

He did need to take his father to see the Veridian Dynamics' diamond growing lab, but from there, he and Stephanie could fly to the arid, dry climate he was going to only for her. He booked a Prestige Fortuna Suite at The Palazzo and put on as many extras as he thought Stephanie would enjoy.

It was a spur of the moment trip, so he figured they would be relatively safe. That might get Stephanie to relax some. Marcelo left his Vesper gear at home. Even if he itched slightly to take it with them. Knowing his luck, his father would find it during their stopover, and Marcelo did not want to have to do a lot of explaining.

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[pyroprincess]

"I knew that man would come in handy for something. Or at least, he had better prove useful." She was smiling, though, so the threat wasn't dire. Yet. She would be bitterly disappointed if she didn't get the table, though. Since it'd been a private vacation, she didn't have direct access to Reginald, her usual assistant.

"All in all, I think this is looking like a promising beginning to a weekend of indulgence." Once she had dried herself off, she started gathering clothes to wear. "Seems almost silly to be putting clothes on at this point, but I imagine they would not look kindly upon us going there naked."

[vesper_verde]

"They might frown on how excited I got with you sitting naked across from me. Though you'd probably make a few ladies jealous." He grinned and winked before picking up the phone. He was still stark naked as he called the concierge.

He turned so his back was to Stephanie. He let her hear him put in the request for a table at CUT. He used a little subterfuge and silence bubble to put in a request of his own.

"He'll call back to confirm it for us," Marcelo announced as he put the receiver in the cradle. Then he decided getting dressed might be the thing to do.

[pyroprincess]

"Some would frown, no doubt. I'm sure some of those ladies would be quite happy to see it, though." Stephanie smirked. "Not that I care to give them a chance. You're all mine." She assumed from the lack of sound that he was doing something special, though it would be unsporting to inquire further or tease him about it.

It also presented a rather nice view, that she spent a little time admiring as she slipped on an appropriate red dress.

"Naturally." Stephanie replied. "You should probably get dressed." She almost sounded disappointed at the thought.

[vesper_verde]

"Well, you don't want to share, so yes. Clothing is not optional." After slipping on his emerald green boxers, Marcelo got dressed up in dark gray slacks, a mellow rose colored button up, and a nice blazer. Which was a decent enough outfit for grabbing things blindly out of his closet when he packed.

He straightened things out after glancing in a mirror. He hoped to look respectable enough that he wasn't followed around a store if they managed shopping. At least he knew there were 3 dozen red roses coming when they returned to the room.

"Do I pass judgement?" He posed for Stephanie's inspection. Which may or may not have included him sticking his butt out a bit.

[pyroprincess]

"Mmhm. I suppose so." Stephanie smirked as he posed for inspection. Impulsively, she pulled him in for a kiss, interrupted only by the concierge calling.

"He had better have got us a table. Either that or I'll have to express my signal displeasure." She might have smiled like it was a joke, but Stephanie Shaw's displeasure was a thing better avoided. "I wonder if we'll make some sort of ridiculous headline for going to Vegas. Or has Miss Report grown bored of us?"

[vesper_verde]

Marcelo thought the concierge had terrible timing. He was rather enjoying that kiss. He let out a soft sigh and reached for the phone.

"I suspect they'll think we eloped or something. We are already wearing rings after all," he commented as he picked up the receiver. It was a brief conversation.

"They have a table waiting for us." He kissed her cheek before taking her hand. "Shall we?"