More Crossover Continuity ⇒ Double Date, Double Trouble

[recluserose]

[After a wild weekend in the town of Blackgale, specifically at Amelia's house, the witch spent most of her time smoothing things over with the questioning locals, grading all of her student's neglected essays, and trying to apologize to the talking cat commune for not warning them about the huge human gathering. It's tough being the only witch in town sometimes. She needed to relax. What does she plan?

Why, another trip to Las Vegas, Nevada of course! Well, it wasn't so much to enjoy the tempting offers of Sin City, but to visit the person Amelia was now comfortable calling a friend, the owner of the... interesting club, Griffonx. Madigan of course!

A quick magic teleportation and search for the hidden club later, Amelia opens up the door to the establishment, dressed casually.

It should be a normal day with nothing unexpected happening whatsoever...]

Hello?

Comments

[recluserose]

[That causes her to smile unintentionally]

Yes, those.

[allfatherissues]

[Loki smiles at that, as well, glancing at her.

But there is something sour about that smile, recognizable even as he turns to look at down at all the Vegas lights once more.]

Indeed, it would be nice.

[recluserose]

... So would you have liked to spend the day with me? If we didn't have Thor and Madigan along I mean.

[allfatherissues]

[He looks at her again, this time raising a brow.] Certainly. I do not know your friend that well, but I can say with confidence that I usually do not prefer the company of my brother at any given time.

If it were just you and I, I would have no qualms towards that.

[recluserose]

Then next time, just ask. [As opposed to. You know, hovering in the shadows while she is having girl talk with one of her few female friends]

[allfatherissues]

I will try to make a habit of it, then. [No promises for 100 percent of the time, though.]

[recluserose]

Better than making a habit out of that than appearing at completely awkward times. [Like that talk about bedroom antics cry]

[allfatherissues]

Like the time I appeared in your bed as a serpent? Now, you cannot say that was not amusing.

[trololol]

[recluserose]

[DAMMIT] You are most certainly not allowed there anymore.

[allfatherissues]

In your bed? That saddens me very, very deeply to hear.

[recluserose]

No one wants to find a snake in their bed early in the morning, I've said this already!

[allfatherissues]

Mm. And who said anything about me having to be a snake?

[recluserose]

I just don't want to find someone in my bed early in the morning trying to scare the living daylights out of me.

[allfatherissues]

[He merely shakes his head] Certainly not, but that is still not quite what I meant.

[Subject change, nonetheless] Was there more you wished to see?

[recluserose]

Then what did you mean?

Hm. Maybe I could try my hand at gambling...

[allfatherissues]

You're a clever woman, Amelia; I trust you to figure it out on your own.

If you wish to gamble, it cannot be done on the roof. Shall we head inside the building?

[recluserose]

... Ah. Other forms is it?

Well, why not then. It'll be crowded though so we both have to be cautious, even you.

[allfatherissues]

Something like that. [A wry, knowing grin, but he will leave it at that.]

Ha, but I am nothing but cautious. You do not know me well enough if you think the opposite to be the case.

[recluserose]

... You're right. I don't know you well enough.

[allfatherissues]

We should fix that.

[He offers her a hand-- a means to teleport them off the roof.]

Should we not?

[recluserose]

Mm. It's only fair. You know quite a few things about me already.

[She takes his hand :|]

[allfatherissues]

[Well, he just smirks--

--and oops, into the casino they go! The crowd within is lively and distracted, so no one has seemed to notice their rather sudden appearance.]

[recluserose]

[The casino inside the Bellagio is understandably crowded. It's loud, people go in groups, some dressed casually, some dressed for parties, drinks in hand...

And somehow, Amelia is still able to hear her cellphone alert her for a text. She reaches into her pocket to check her messages and grimaces at the butchering of the English language]

Ah. Madigan's wondering where we are.

[allfatherissues]

[He watches as Amelia checks her phone (silly Midgardian contraptions; far too complicated for their own good, accentuating the clutter this realm already suffered from--) and responds idly.]

We have been gone for a fair amount of time, though I'm surprised it has taken them this long to notice.

[He gets that look in his eyes, coupled with a grin.]

You should respond to them with something vague, confusing, and perhaps slightly worrying for their delay.

[recluserose]

I could.

[But she simply texts back to Madigan:]

'I'm inside the Bellagio with Loki. I got lost and he found me so we're just going to check out the casino.

P.S. You don't need to text like that. I find it unnecessary and worrisome.'

[And she hits send. She is. So. Boring Proper...]

But I don't think I of all people should be letting them worry.