【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[Well, there it is. Confirmation of what he'd expected already. Whatever previous incarnation of himself was here has definitely slept with Dabi, and he doesn't know what to think about that. Part of him recoils from it, as if finding out he'd done something incredibly kinky that he'd be embarrassed to admit.
Part of him feels that flush of heat again, and gold eyes stay locked on Dabi's face, even as he takes another long pull from his glass of beer. When the other man orders another round, he tilts his head back and chugs the rest of the beer, his throat exposed and adam's apple bouncing a little with each swallow. After he puts the cup back down on the bar, he lifts his hand and wipes at his mouth with the back of it, eyes still on Dabi's face.]
Fuck and be fucked, huh?
[It's lazy, a little drawled, and as the bartender drops off another beer, he picks it up to sip, trying to work out what to say. Dabi is right, as much as that rankles him, he's right when he says they should play nice, not be having wars and fights in this place. But fucking?]
So it is true then. I thought it might be, when you called me 'pretty bird' but I wasn't sure.
[Leaning in to the bar, he rests his elbow against the edge of it and plops his chin into his own palm, still making eye contact. When he speaks again, his voice is still low and drawly and maybe a touch hoarse from that heat that suffused him at the thought of it.]
I've got to say, I hope I was a good lay.
[Lifting his free hand, he makes a "V" with his fingers, eyes sinking shut as he grins at the other man.]
( with his new glass at the ready, curved into his palm, he takes one glance at that stupid look on hawks' face--and laughs, a snort of it despite himself; to excuse the smile, he drags his new glass up for another swallow. the beer's cold, and it helps temper down the heat bubbling beneath his skin.
at least it doesn't seem like they'll be at each other's throats, which is good enough for him. he's got enough trouble in this place without having to keep a watchful eye on some nosy fake hero. )
Yeah? You worried you weren't?
( a small tease, as he takes another swallow of his beer. )
You spread yourself out for me real nice in the arcade one time. Flat on your back on the air hockey table, legs spread, kinda begging for it.
( it's an echoing drawl, his free hand lifting, a palm skating through the air as though in indication; it's not a fully accurate description, but for once, he isn't lying, either. )
Guess you're gonna have to do it again to see if it was worth it.
[It's different, knowing it happened, and hearing details about what happened. It's hard to imagine, though, and he tries to think of a situation in which he'd spread himself out for Dabi, of all people, and beg for it. The mental image is...something.]
Well, I live to please, you know that, Dabi.
[It's lilting, teasing, not genuine in any way. The teasing is good, the joking is good, because he doesn't exactly want to be at Dabi's throat either. Doesn't want to have to live here looking over his shoulder and watching his own back, wondering when Dabi's blue flames are going to lick against his wings again.
But to spread himself out and beg to be fucked by Dabi? That's...something else. Something entirely different. And he doesn't know how it makes him feel.]
Do it again, huh? Are you coming onto me?
[Raising an eyebrow, he leans in slightly, eyes locked on Dabi's face, and then he brings his cup to his mouth and takes a long pull from it, licking the foam away from his upper lip. Tries to imagine kissing him, what he'd taste like, what he'd look like naked, how it would feel to have Dabi's cock slide inside him. Imagines being suffused in that scent of smoke and flame and dry air, what Dabi's hands would feel like on his thighs, pushing them apart.
Licking his lips again, he breaks eye contact and laughs, shaking his head.]
Guess you must've liked it then, if you're so eager to do it again.
( hawks had always been easy for him to read--but that isn't to say that he doesn't at least acknowledge that the show he puts on, the charm, the smile, the laughter...it all works for other people, just not for him. and that's no fault of hawks' talents, really, but simply the reality of his own pessimism: he doesn't trust anyone, doesn't believe in anything to begin with. it had been easy, back then, to figure out that there was no way in hell hawks truly supported the league--but then, it had been better for his own machinations to let hawks continue to weave his way among them.
so there's a soft chuckle, bemused, as he twists back to face the bar again, watching the lights dance off all the bottles lined up on mirrored shelves. )
It's nice to have you on your back where you belong.
( and that's the most honest he thinks he's willing to be--he could admit that it had been a little fun, could admit that hawks isn't a bad fuck, but why say things that he's sure the hero already knows? he's young and popular, way more liked than the monstrosity sitting at number one on the hero charts; hawks doesn't need him to stroke his ego.
he takes another slow swallow of beer, still not looking at him. )
If you get lonely, you know where to find me. ( one hand lifts: a little wiggle of his wrist in indication, the watch there obvious. ) These things work like phones. There's a whole dating app and shit, too. Bet you'll find plenty of people to help you pass the time.
( --which isn't an insult, really: hawks knows his way around people. )
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Part of him feels that flush of heat again, and gold eyes stay locked on Dabi's face, even as he takes another long pull from his glass of beer. When the other man orders another round, he tilts his head back and chugs the rest of the beer, his throat exposed and adam's apple bouncing a little with each swallow. After he puts the cup back down on the bar, he lifts his hand and wipes at his mouth with the back of it, eyes still on Dabi's face.]
Fuck and be fucked, huh?
[It's lazy, a little drawled, and as the bartender drops off another beer, he picks it up to sip, trying to work out what to say. Dabi is right, as much as that rankles him, he's right when he says they should play nice, not be having wars and fights in this place. But fucking?]
So it is true then. I thought it might be, when you called me 'pretty bird' but I wasn't sure.
[Leaning in to the bar, he rests his elbow against the edge of it and plops his chin into his own palm, still making eye contact. When he speaks again, his voice is still low and drawly and maybe a touch hoarse from that heat that suffused him at the thought of it.]
I've got to say, I hope I was a good lay.
[Lifting his free hand, he makes a "V" with his fingers, eyes sinking shut as he grins at the other man.]
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at least it doesn't seem like they'll be at each other's throats, which is good enough for him. he's got enough trouble in this place without having to keep a watchful eye on some nosy fake hero. )
Yeah? You worried you weren't?
( a small tease, as he takes another swallow of his beer. )
You spread yourself out for me real nice in the arcade one time. Flat on your back on the air hockey table, legs spread, kinda begging for it.
( it's an echoing drawl, his free hand lifting, a palm skating through the air as though in indication; it's not a fully accurate description, but for once, he isn't lying, either. )
Guess you're gonna have to do it again to see if it was worth it.
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Well, I live to please, you know that, Dabi.
[It's lilting, teasing, not genuine in any way. The teasing is good, the joking is good, because he doesn't exactly want to be at Dabi's throat either. Doesn't want to have to live here looking over his shoulder and watching his own back, wondering when Dabi's blue flames are going to lick against his wings again.
But to spread himself out and beg to be fucked by Dabi? That's...something else. Something entirely different. And he doesn't know how it makes him feel.]
Do it again, huh? Are you coming onto me?
[Raising an eyebrow, he leans in slightly, eyes locked on Dabi's face, and then he brings his cup to his mouth and takes a long pull from it, licking the foam away from his upper lip. Tries to imagine kissing him, what he'd taste like, what he'd look like naked, how it would feel to have Dabi's cock slide inside him. Imagines being suffused in that scent of smoke and flame and dry air, what Dabi's hands would feel like on his thighs, pushing them apart.
Licking his lips again, he breaks eye contact and laughs, shaking his head.]
Guess you must've liked it then, if you're so eager to do it again.
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so there's a soft chuckle, bemused, as he twists back to face the bar again, watching the lights dance off all the bottles lined up on mirrored shelves. )
It's nice to have you on your back where you belong.
( and that's the most honest he thinks he's willing to be--he could admit that it had been a little fun, could admit that hawks isn't a bad fuck, but why say things that he's sure the hero already knows? he's young and popular, way more liked than the monstrosity sitting at number one on the hero charts; hawks doesn't need him to stroke his ego.
he takes another slow swallow of beer, still not looking at him. )
If you get lonely, you know where to find me. ( one hand lifts: a little wiggle of his wrist in indication, the watch there obvious. ) These things work like phones. There's a whole dating app and shit, too. Bet you'll find plenty of people to help you pass the time.
( --which isn't an insult, really: hawks knows his way around people. )