No one knew who decided Anya and Rikki would go to Vegas for Christmas, but everyone assumed it was Anya. She's the fun one, the madcap one, the crazy one to Rikki's straight woman. It had been that way in the beginning and all these years later they'd settled into their roles. Rikki was the stability to Anya's intensity and there's nothing stable and everything intense about Vegas.
"What do we do first?"
"What don't we do first?"
"Whatever we do second."
Anya rolled her eyes, grabbed Rikki's hands and spun her around. "I want to do everything first."
"That's impossible."
Anya huffed. "My girlfriend from another dimension is telling me what's impossible."
"You're going to hit someone."
"You're going to hit someone."
Rikki stopped; Anya kept spinning, right into Rikki's arms. "I know what to do first," she whispered.
'Everything' covers what is available to do in Las Vegas and Anya, with Rikki in bemused tow, set out to do it. They gambled, drank, danced, partied, reenacted the fountain scene in Ocean's Eleven, went on roller coasters, stopped crime and got an upgrade to their hotel room and then spent one full day hanging in the room, partook in room service and multiple buffets, had a room party for a group from Europe, sent postcards to everyone ever that Anya could think of, bought t-shirts for the Young Avengers, lit incense, watched porn - with the Europeans, swam in pools, avoided being arrested for swimming in fountains, snuck into the circus, and went on the CSI guided tour.
"You know who needs to come here?"
Rikki shook her head. "Whatever you are thinking, it's trouble."
"Hey!"
"Is for horses."
"You are so weird."
"Who needs to come here?"
"Aha!"Anya grinned in victory. Rikki shook her head again. "Actually, I meant to say the Asgardians but on consideration I've decided everyone."
"Everyone?"
"Everyone needs to come here." She clapped her hands. "Oh! I know, we should have a convention. A superhero convention. Here. For everyone."
Rikki's eyes were wide and she had nothing to say.
"I know, I'm brilliant. I'll suggest it to Stark."
"Why don't I think you're joking?"
"Because I would never joke about anything so important as a superhero convention in Vegas."
"Or brilliant."
"Exactly."
Rikki leaned in for a kiss. "I love you, Venomette."
"You are so weird."
"I fit right in."
"You're brilliant, too."
Rikki laughed. "It's our last night. What do you want to do?"
"What don't I want to do?"