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Las Vegas
That is the place Emma felt would help the team unwind, get crazy, and possibly repair broken fences. When the plane started to lower it's decent over the desert there were some looks of confusion. After much question prodding, Emma just smiled and returned to sipping champagne and reading People Magazine. When it was obvious that they were heading to the city of sin, responses were…well, mixed.
Ohhh, I thought we were going to Hawaii." Kitty said in a mock sad tone. "I thought for sure I was going to be getting a spectacular tan before Halloween."
Scott looked at Emma, lifting his eyebrows, "Vegas, hmm? This is definitely unexpected, and in a good way."
On the other plane, the partiers woke up to see that they were descending over desert. Bobby was the first to pick up on their surprise destination. "Vegas!" he cried, "Emma chose Las Vegas! I'm gonna melt!"
Hank chuckled at his panicked friend, "Don not worry Robert, Las Vegas is well known for having and excellent central air system. I don't believe we will be partaking of the outside activities too much, except to maybe hail a cab, or travel to the next casino."
Bishop looked out the window, a memory etched on his face. "When I saw Vegas when I was younger, it was just a wasteland. Yet for all of its decay, you could sense that the city once held some majesty. When I first saw the city on television, with all of the sparkling lights, I became fascinated. I've always wanted to thoroughly explore this city,"
Remy smiled and spoke up, "Well now you'll have your chance mon ami. I, on the other hand, plan on playing many games of poker and watching my pockets grow fat with the money of apathetic businessmen."
"Well spoken gumbo," Logan grunted, "but how are you gonna do that when I'll already have done it for you?"
"Ah boys, have you forgotten?" They both turned to see Rachel tap her temple, "I can read minds, so I'll be taking home ALL of the money."
The jets' descended and landed at four thirty p.m. at Las Vegas International. Everything went smoothly when they exited the planes, with the exception of Bobby, who was afraid to get off the plane.
"I DON'T WANT TO MELT, DAMNIT!" He cried out the door. Alex couldn't help but laugh, stopping when Logan smacked him in the back of the head. "He's got a point, Summers. Respect that."
Emma, in all of her new found generosity, had a limo pull up right to the stairs which descended from the passenger exit. Bobby scrambled from the exit, down the stairs, and took a flying leap into the limo, which had the air conditioner on full blast. Lorna glared at Alex for laughing, which promptly wiped the smile off his face, before getting into the limo. The rest filed into the two limos and set off toward the strip. The excitement greatened when the limos pulled up to The Bellagio, one of the most elegant casino resorts on the strip. The now-more merry mutants filed into the lobby.
While there were a few gaping stares here and there, most people just went about their business of drinking, gambling, and having a good time. Hank realized why Emma had chosen the city of sin as their vacation destination. Las Vegas was a city where people expect the unexpected. They didn't care if you were a mutant of not. They just wanted to eat, drink, and be merry. He now understood the saying 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas' and he appreciated the quote even more. These thoughts made Hank relax.
Emma had set up the vacation brilliantly. Each person had their own room, facing the strip. They were all on the same floor, except for her and Scott. She had reserved an executive suite for them two floor above. No one complained. When the card keys were doled out and the room numbers given, it was like watching kids dash for the line of the most popular ride in the park. They scrambled to get into the elevator so they could get to their rooms. Emma had made it clear that tonight was meant for a separation of ladies and gentlemen. She felt that the Men should go to one place on the strip and the Women shall go to the other. Surprisingly, no one complained.
When the luggage arrived at the designated rooms and they had settled in, the troops prepared themselves for their first night on the town. For the ladies, Emma had told them to dress somewhat casual, yet classy. She told the guys they were on their own, so Scott suggested they meet at some random bar on the ground floor. Emma wanted the ladies to meet at the famous conservatory in the Bellagio.
Within an hour the men and women began filtering out of the rooms. Logan was the first, only needing a quick shower, shave and polishing of his boots. Donning his trademark cowboy hat, headed toward the elevator, Cuban cigar clenched between his teeth. Bishop was next, wearing Black slacks and a Grey Polo shirt. Due to his size and build, some of the tourists who saw him, walking toward the bar in the casino, thought he might be a famous NFL player. They just couldn't pinpoint what team he was on.
Surprisingly Rachel and Betsy emerged next in unison. Betsy complemented Rachel on how her spiky hairstyle made her look like one in a million. She told Betsy it was just to piss Emma of about the 'classy' requirement. Peter emerged after the ladies had entered the elevator. As he was checking to see if he had his wallet, he noticed another door opening. Kitty walked out wearing an airy blue dress that teased the imagination. When she looked at Peter, he blushed and looked down. Kitty giggled at the reaction, "Come on over Peter, I don't bite." He obliged by walking over and offered his arm. There was a puff of smoke and the smell of brimstone in the hallway. "Elf, can't you use the door like everyone else?" Kitty asked with a smile. "Yes I could, but I didn't feel like exerting any energy with my arms at the moment." He bowed. "Shall we get moving?" He motioned them to the elevator. Kitty took Peters arm and the three walked to the elevator.
Lorna came out of her room, wearing a simple dark green dress that would not clash with her hair. She checked to see if she had her purse and key card before hurrying to the room occupied by Bobby. She knocked on the door and only had to wait a moment, before the door opened and she was swept inside. When Bobby had closed his door, Alex had emerged from his room. He strode to Lorna's door, sighed and knocked. When there was no answer he tried again. He gave up, figuring she was already downstairs. He walked to the Elevator, sulking.
"Damn heels! Always a pain in the ass," Anna exited her room, hopping, trying to get on black high heel on while balancing against the door with her other hand. She heard a door close and looked up. Remy was as gorgeous as ever. Wearing black suit, white shirt, collar unbuttoned, he lit a cigarette, and then glided toward the elevator. He didn't even acknowledge her existence and she noticed it right away. Had he really had enough? Anna felt the tears coming on when a slender, warm hand touched her arm.
"May I be of some assistance Rogue?" Ororo offered her a hand to help balance her.
"Thanks Ororo," Anna gave a faint smile, accepted the hand, and put her other heel on. She then proceeded to smooth out her dress. "Shall we, sugah? I'm dyin' to get this show on the road."
Lorna and Bobby emerged from his room in front of the two ladies. Lorna looked over and blushed, "It's not what you think." She said quickly.
"It's better." Bobby said.
Anna rolled her eyes, "Cute, popsicle. Wanna join us for a ride down the elevator?"
"Wait for me!" a voice yelled behind them. They turned to see Hank walking quickly toward them. "Fur is such a nightmare to dry, especially out in the desert with so much static electricity." They laughed and headed toward the elevator.
When Emma arrived in the conservatory, all the other ladies were waiting. She smiled quietly and walked over to them.
"Well gals, I hope you are ready for the first of many fun filled nights here in Vegas."
"And where will we be going tonight Emma?" Ororo asked.
"I was thinking about a place that was well known for sin back in it's heyday in New York. Ladies, we are going to Studio 54."
Down at the bar, Scott had found the guys already indulging in drinks and spirited conversation. He sat down next to his brother and ordered a beer.
"So, fearless leader, where are we going tonight," Hank inquired.
"I don't know. I'm not big on Vegas. Anyone have any ideas," Scott took his beer and handed the bartender money.
"I know a place," Remy said, "It's called Red Square. Pete, you should like it since there is a replica of Lenin's statue in the front. The theme is all about Mother Russia. It's a bar that specializes in Vodka. The neat thing about this place is that the bar is composed of crushed ice, so your drinks stay cold. It's located at Mandalay Bay. Any takers?"
"Sound's good to me, bub. I'm in." Logan downed his beer and hopped off the bar stool.
"A bar composed of ice…sounds intriguing." Hank mused.
The consensus had the guys heading toward Mandalay Bay. After having the valet flag down three cabs, then men piled in and headed of to start off a very rambunctious night.