How To Enjoy Vegas Hunter Style

Who: Aiden and Manhattan
When: Midnight
Where: Casino Bar

It was well past midnight by the time Aiden was able to sit down and order a drink. His shoulder throbbed like a bitch, but it wasn't anything a couple whiskeys and some pain meds wouldn't fix. He had minor scratches on his neck, where an overeager vamp had decided to try and chomp, but other than that, he was pretty much still in one piece.

The Lamatu - at least the nest causing havoc upon the Strip - were taken care of. It hadn't been easy, given both the crowds and the strength of the vampires - but he and Manhattan were veteran enough in their jobs to know what to do and how to do it. Aiden wasn't exactly sure that the vampire problem in Vegas was taken care of completely. He knew that there were more than just one nest of vampires living it up in the City of Sin - but he wasn't being paid to worry about them. He was being paid for one specific group, and now that group was nothing but ash.

Aiden turned to Manhattan at the bar. "This one's on me. And the next actually, as I'm feeling generous." And hundreds of dollars richer.

Manhattan glanced at her fellow hunter as he settled down on the sit next to hers. An appreciative nod was given before she ordered her first drink of the night. Her eye still gave her some pain and she could swear she could actually feel it discoloring. She, like Aiden had come away from the fight with some scratches and a scattering of bumps and bruises, but what was really pissing her off at the moment was the fact that one of the bastards had ruined her favorite leather jacket. At least she had some consolation with the fact that the nest had been taken care of. Another contract fulfilled. And she was going home with more cash then she arrived with.

"How's the arm?" She asked. Though he didn't mention it, Manhattan could tell just by the way he moved since the fight ended that it probably was giving him a little trouble.

"All right. A bit stiff but it'll loosen up." He rotated it a bit, wincing. "It's an old injury. Oni demon got me awhile back." He pulled out two tiny white pills that he'd taken out of the bottle in his car before they'd come inside. Popping them in his mouth, he grabbed his whiskey to down them. "How about you? You're already bruising." Aiden smiled a touch. "Sorry about your jacket. Guess you've got enough money now to replace it."

"I'll survive." Manhattan reached for her beer and took a nice long pulled from the bottle. "Bruises and cuts heal." Rips and tears in leather jackets didn't. She must have had that particular piece of leather outerwear for a good six years at least. "Enough to tide me over for a week or two." A light grin given with her comment.

"A week or two?" Aiden laughed. "What do you do with your money, woman? You always seemed like the type who would have a pretty cushy savings account set up somewhere." These days Aiden was being much more frugal with his money, given he had a sister to take care of. He was hoping this payout would last at least a month.

"Dude." She gave a half of a chuckle. "I still got a little overflow from my last two jobs, so this little bundle of green I just got will be safe for a little bit yet. Being raised into this kind of life you kind of get it instilled into you to be a bit frugal where money is concerned." Manhattan had never been a big spender money wise, not that she was a big hoarder of the cash she collected from contracts taken and fulfilled either. Though this time she very well might splurge a little bit and buy herself a new piece of leather.

"But you also got to know when to spend it." He glanced around him. "I say we take advantage of our night here, the money in our pockets, and have some fun. Gamble. Get pissed off our arses." His eyes ticked to her face, bright and amused. "I think you need a night to loosen up a bit - get rid of that tension you're always caring around. Let's get beneath the bitchy exterior and see if there's a fun girl under there somewhere."

"Ok. What the hell." She shot back. Not like there was much else to do in the city since the business end of her being there had been concluded, and she wasn't leaving until morning came round. So spending a couple hours roaming the casino floor to get a bit of actual gambling in wasn't sounding like all that bad of an idea. "Oh, you'll find a fun girl beneath all the tension and bitchiness all right, just not sure if you'll be able to handle her, Irish." Her dark eyes danced with mischief as she grinned wickedly at him.

Aiden motioned for another round of drinks. Might as well get started early. "I can handle a lot more than you think," he stated with a grin. He reached into his pocket for his cigarettes. "We'll see who passes out from the fun first. I'm going to bet that it'll probably be you."

"You of all people, Aiden, should know not to under estimate your opponent." She smirked before capping off the rest of her drink. "So don't feel all that confident that you'll win."

He laughed again, more than a little amused by her. He downed the rest of his whiskey and set the glass on the counter with a thud. "Yeah, we'll see what happens." He reached out to tug at her earlobe. At least he was getting some time to enjoy the city before heading back to Hell. Drinking, gambling and more than likely getting shagged at the end of it all. He fucking loved Vegas.