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]

"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?"