I do not own BVTS or Las Vegas. This is simply a fun story crossing the two. Hope you enjoy.

"And we have 20 for the dealer." Xander announced to the group of women surrounding his table amidst the groans and chiding.

"It's a good thing you're cute boy." Mrs. Robinson tutted, one spindly finger shaking at Xander teasingly. "Makes losing my money easier to take."

"Aw come on Mrs. R. You know you love my boyish charm too." He winked playfully at the older woman causing several of the group to titter and giggle. Though his co-workers may tease him relentlessly he did have quite the following of regulars. Mostly older females with a lot of money to drop. They liked to come in and enjoy hours of bantering and jokes at his table while he dealt the cards. It didn't bother him since it never went far and the ladies were actually very nice. The tips were great too.

"You certainly know how to make an old girl feel young again Alex." This came from the widow Twanky, her aged eyes glittering with mirth.

"Please, I know plenty of girls my age that wish they were half as lovely as you ladies."

"Oh! You charmer!" Twanky giggle behind her lace fan.

"If those girls were half as smart they'd have snatched you up by now." Mrs. Caroline Bennett, an old southern aristocrat, drawled knowingly the others nodding their heads in agreement. This of course caused Xander to blush which only lead to more squeals and comments from his customers.

Less than a hundred yards away Ed Deline watched the show with a small grin. He had to hand it to the boy he certainly knew how to work a crowd. The shy tendencies, goofy grin and exceedingly polite manners had several of his older more respected customers falling all over the lad. Not that Ed thought Xander even realized what he was doing. He had seen defense mechanisms like that in the past, the ones so ingrained that the person didn't even notice when they used them. But as a trained CIA operative he picked up on them. He also picked up on the fact that young Mr. Harris was far more dangerous than he portrayed.

"I see he's at it again." The sultry New York accent coming from his side alerted him to Samantha 'Sam' Marquez's appearance. "I don't know whether to love the kid or hate him."

"Oh?" Turning slightly he caught the wry look on the woman's face.

"He has managed to attract several wives of priority clients to his table for hours on end. On the one hand the husbands love it because the wives leave them alone to let them gamble without nagging them about losing money. But then the husbands get jealous or pissed that their wives are losing money at the tables too!" She huffed indignantly.

"But either way we win." Ed reminded her cheerfully.

Sam paused head cocked to the side in thought. "Point."

"Plus if the wives are gambling more then isn't your cut from the clients bigger?"

"We're going to keep him right?"

Ed chuckled quietly at that. "From what Marc tells me he's only here for the summer or until he gets enough to fix his car and head back home."

Sam pursed her lips in thought. "We may have to see about that…"

Gales of laughter from Alex's table had them looking back over there to see the women teasing a bright red Alex, though he wore a smile the whole time.

'We just may…' Ed thought.

Xander grinned at the protests his customers gave when his shift change came. He apologized and promised to see them the next evening if they were still around to which he received several affirmatives. It didn't take him long to count his chips and return them to the proper holding for the others to log. Once done he made it to the back room and changed hoping to make it to his hotel at a decent hour to catch some sleep since he had to be at the repair shop the next morning thus cutting into his normal sleep schedule. Stuffing his tips into his wallet he waved goodbye to a few of his co-workers still hanging in the back and dashed out the back door.

Thankfully the hotel he rented a room at wasn't too far away though not necessarily in the best part of town. A quick trip to one of the local Wicca shops had supplied him with the right herbs and wards to help keep unwanted guests out. Sadly it didn't help with the cockroach problem, but years of living with his parents had cured him of any bug fears; the assassin from the Order of Taraka not withstanding.

The moment he stepped outside he put one hand in his pocket gripping the stake he kept there, the other rested casually at his side as he scanned the area around him checking for danger. Satisfied he turned left and started off towards his current abode. Not even two steps gone and a vehicle pulled up beside him, stopping to allow two large brutes to exit the vehicle blocking all escape paths for him. Xander stopped in place, turning just enough to keep both thugs in eyesight at all times, his hand tightening on his weapon. The only thing stopping him from pulling it out was the few stray bystanders walking along the sidewalks and the security cameras he knew were in place nearby.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" He let his voice drop a level hoping it sounded more confidant than he felt.

"Actually you can Mr. Harris." The voice came from the car catching Xander's attention. He saw the back window had been rolled down and while it was dark he could make out a little bit of the person's features. "Or should I call you White Knight?"

A sinking feeling settled in his stomach. "I think you have the wrong person."

"Alexander 'Xander' Harris, denizen of Sunnydale the current Hellmouth, friend of one Buffy Summers Vampire Slayer, thorn in Angelus' side; need I go on?"

"I'd rather you didn't." Face twisted in a grimace he looked closer at the man, well demon actually. "What do you want with me?"

"That is a discussion that calls for a more private setting."

"I don't make a habit of going off with strangers. Tends to not be healthy."

The demon chuckled, his voice low and gravely. "A rather smart practice. However I give you my word as the Head of the Karnack Clan that you shall not be harmed in any way this night."

Xander considered his options. From the looks of Twiddle Dee and Dum he didn't have good chances of getting away unharmed. If he went with the demon he had his word that he would not be harmed THIS night, which meant all bets were off once the sun rose. "I don't recognize your species…"

"Goran."

Remembering what little he had read of that species Xander nodded in agreement. Mostly Gorans preferred to deal with their own kind, civil wars popping up between various clans all the time. He knew that they could hide within human societies pretty easily and often held large businesses in a community. Why they wanted to speak to him he didn't know.

Once Twiddle Dum opened the door he slid inside the car, getting a better look at his 'host'. The outside lighting gave him a better view of the yellowish tint to his skin and his pointed features. Soon the guards took their places in the front and the car started to move.

"Might I know your name since you know so much about me?"

"Of course. I am Habbel, as I said Head of the Karnack Clan of the Goran demons. Las Vegas is our home. I trust you are enjoying yourself in our fair city?"

"As well as I can. Though I am curious to know what I have done to garner your attention." Xander remained tense still not sure what was going on. "I have been here for over two weeks after all…"

"Yes…which would explain the decline in the more volatile species of demons." He murmured almost to himself. "Your presence was recently made known to us by a Mr. Kurther, a Grathnar demon you recently ran into. Literally if his story is to be believed."

"I did and I stand by taking him down. He was going to take an innocent woman hostage with a knife. I won't apologize for taking action." Xander's eyes took on a hard edge daring the demon to argue. Instead Habbel simply studied the young male beside him thoughtfully.

"And you had every right too. I can see why you have the reputation you do." One brow rose in amusement at Xander's shocked look. "You did not know? The story of the White Knight has traveled far in the demon circles. Not many humans have the courage to stand up to the Scourge or Europe or help the current Slayer. Not many willingly help demons, peaceful or not."

Xander shrugged. "I do what I feel is right. Nothing more, nothing less."

"You also do what is necessary. Am I correct?" Xander didn't confirm or deny his statement but Habbel just continued. "Which makes you far more dangerous than the Slayer could ever hope to be."

"I'm going to go with a huh? I'm the normal one. I don't have any super strength or nifty powers. How am I more dangerous?"

"Simple. Slayers will only go so far. They cannot kill humans. It is a taboo for them. You though. You will take out any threat to those you love or the world at large. You will also use means that other 'white hats', I believe is the term, may find unsavory."

"If it saves lives then yeah I'd go the extra mile." Xander nodded in understanding, tone not apologetic in the least.

"Exactly." Habbel clapped his hands, a large smile on his face. "It is in fact the reason many in the demon community respect you. You seem surprised by that as well." He noted in amusement.

"Well…yeah. I'm the Zeppo. The one everyone laughs at. I mean I try to help where I can. And I'm all for helping anyone not bent on killing and ending the world. But I can't see anybody respecting me like that."

"You are young yet and from what I understand this is your first time away from the Hellmouth. One day you will come to see how much of an impact you have made on the world. In the meantime I was hoping to request your services."

Xander tried not to sigh. It just figured that this demon wanted something. "I'll hear you out but no promises."

"That is all I ask."