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?

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[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.

[allfatherissues]

Hm. One of the many ways that you and I differ, in that respect.

Are they to meet us here?

[recluserose]

I'm not an instigator you mean.

We'll see. She should answer back in a few seconds.

[allfatherissues]

Or you're not a creative thinker.

[Well, I suppose they will wait, then.]

[recluserose]

[OH BITCH YOU DID NOT- she shoots a very dirty look at him for that remark]

what the surprise italics

[allfatherissues]

[he takes his propensity to cause mischief very seriously, thank you.

So just get a completely innocent look in return.]

[recluserose]

[Being a decent witch in her world means you have to be very creative, thank you >( She is taking a DEEP BREATH and making sure her temper doesn't flare up]

Insufferable.

[Well, not in an angry way anyways]

[allfatherissues]

[Pretending he didn't hear that.

Just this face, yup.]

[recluserose]

[The text arrives in parts and Amelia raises a brow]

They're back at her club. It seems that we'll be free to be left to our own devices. [And at the part where Madigan is suggesting a certain something... She makes no indication on her face so she just texts back]

Thank you for your concern. I'll be sure to get in touch with you if anything beyond my control occurs. I'm rather uncertain about keeping such company, but then again that seems to be a default factor in my day to day life. C'est la vie.

I'll try to meet back in two hours at the least.

P.S. Lol

That hurt a bit to type out. This is why I don't like using phones.

[Aaaand sent.]

[allfatherissues]

[Loki is not looking at whatever Amelia is typing out over the phone (tempting, but he refrains), so when she's through sending the message, he merely gives her a quizzical look.]

So now we've time for you to indulge yourself in a little gambling?

[recluserose]

[She closes her phone after Madigan says bye and puts it back in her pocket.]

Well. We're here and I've got some money to burn and luck to test. Let's go play poker.

Do Asgardians have something similar like that? [And heading over to one of those tables]

[allfatherissues]

[He follows her over, eyeing the tables and the strange cards upon them.]

I wouldn't know. But I suppose I can find out soon enough.

[recluserose]

Either way, you'll learn something new. And you can join in to play once you get the rules down.