Some Nights I Stay Up, Cashing in my Bad Luck, Some Nights I Call it a Draw [May 1]

[dead_black_eyes]

Characters: L Lawliet, Bakura Ryou
Location: Starting at the apartment, ending in Las Vegas, baby!
Rating: PG for showgirls, and for L treating Bakura like a servant (wait, no, valet.)
Time: May 1, 4:00 PM to around 10:00 PM
Description: L has figured out where Light is hiding out after the cruel and humiliating "dinner party" events. But traveling without backup is a bad idea, and there are a lot of ways for two game-loving young guys to kill time before unfortunate quarries return to their crappy motel rooms.




L had not traveled outside Death City since arriving except through Shibusen's mirror transportation for missions. That made this a somewhat special occasion, but that being said, he was traveling very lightly. He had one change of clothes, Light's toothbrush (despite the fact that Bakura had bought him a whole stack of new ones), and his communicator, and that was about it. They barely filled half of the blue backpack L had chosen to carry his personal belongings, and so he filled the rest with candy.

He sounded like a piñata when he walked, but it was worth it to know that he would have snacks on the bus.

He waited expectently for Bakura to show up; the bus would be arriving within ten minutes, and while L was aware that Bakura was typically punctual, he would leave without him if he was late even this once.

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[dead_black_eyes]

After about a half-hour, L had racked up just under $10,000, and security was beginning to side-eye the slender young man who was suddenly the center of many people's attention.

He signaled Bakura over.

"Will you take care of my chips?" He inquired, when Bakura noticed and made his way over. "I need the men's room."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura's own winnings were far more modest, but still sizable, resting easily in his pocket already. He nodded at L's request, carefully scooping up the sizable pile to carefully carry over to the exchange window.

It felt strange, holding so much cash on his person, and he was quite sure the eyes that had been on L before were now on him as he walked.

... hopefully the detective would be quick....

[dead_black_eyes]

L was quick, all right... just not about returning. Far more likey was that he had slipped out, discreetly as a shadow.

"Hey, sweetie," a scantily clad showgirl, not much older than Bakura, linked an arm through his. "I didn't see you walk in. Win a big jackpot, or are you collecting for someone else?" She winked, as if the second option was a complete joke that no one could possibly overlook.

[shiromadoushi]

Oh shi--

Bakura's entire posture stiffened as he attempted to pull away. "Aaa-- It's-- it's for my employer..."

Damnit, Ryuzaki, what was taking you so long to get back?!

[dead_black_eyes]

"Ooooh, you work for a high-roller? Sounds exciting. Is he as young and handsome as you?"

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura again attempted to pull free. "I'm really not at liberty to speak of my employer... he values his privacy...."

...and please get off my arm. he wanted to add, but didn't.

[dead_black_eyes]

"Sounds mysterious~" she cooed. "Do you want to tell me all about your job somewhere a little quieter? If your employer values his privacy so much he's probably retired to his room, and he probably wouldn't mind if you used a chunk of his change so we could get our own room."

[shiromadoushi]

"I really would rather not... nor would I like to gain his displeasure by abusing his goodwill...." Not that Bakura thought L would object to his funds being used that way.. he'd likely think it was funny.

.... he better not have set this up. Seriously, how long did it take him in the bathroom? There wasn't a line!

[dead_black_eyes]

L would think it was funny, if the suddenly-absent detective ever found out about it.

"Come on, sweetie. You're in Vegas, have some fun."

[shiromadoushi]

"I'm here for employment related reasons, I really can't afford to take liberties while on duty..."

Another minute... L had another minute before Bakura just did his best to get the hell out of there.

[dead_black_eyes]

L's reappearance, unfortunately, was not forthcoming.

"Your duty seems pretty chill to me. I'm starting to wonder if you even have an employer, or if you're just gay. Because, sweetie, if these aren't doing anything for you..." She squished her chest, uninvited, against Bakura's.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura all but blanched at the sudden closeness, stumbling back, a death grip on the envelope holding Ryuzaki's winnings.

With a stumbled apology, he turned and all but ran up towards his room.

Damnit, Ryuzaki! Of all the times for the detective to vanish....!