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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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( there's something almost romantic, as nanami's hand slips over his--almost like he wants to hold it, and not like he's only draping it there out of circumstance. years of experience stretch between them, and though nanami had always been handsome in his youth, his features have filled out more here, accentuating sharper angles and the disapproving curve of his mouth. has he done something like this before? sat at a bar, holding hands with a date, ordering them drinks? the thought makes him smile, too, something actually genuine; his head tilts, back towards the bar, and then towards nanami again after the order.
he actually hasn't had a chocolate martini yet, so he trusts nanami's judgement. maybe he can just add extra chocolate, if it tastes bad.
his hand shifts, lifting slightly up under nanami's palm, but only so that he can start to snag his fingers in between nanami's, threading them together, knuckle to knuckle. )
Are you ordering me around? ( with a gasping tease, but he does as he's told: his chin tilts in his own palm, letting the six eyes calculate their findings out across the whole of the party; there are plenty of private rooms, apparently, which he'd figured would be the case, but he's now trying to decide if he should lie and pick somewhere relatively populated, or not.
another glance towards their hands-- )
We can get a room. There are a lot of them that don't have anyone using them. ( his mouth is still tugged up into a smile, even as the bartender returns with their order; the next question seems out of the blue, but it follows his train of thought. ) Do you do stuff like this often? Going out to bars, holding hands, going home to get all hot and heavy.
[No response to that perfunctory backtalk. None needed. It's not that he expects anything like perfect obedience out of Gojo, just that doing what he's told in this instance is a step toward getting what he presumably wants. He feels Gojo's hand move, fingers slotting between his, and glances down. Slowly he curls his fingers inward as well, locking their hands together. His gaze shifts as their drinks are set in front of them. His is a tall glass of pale gold liquid, bubbles glittering in the light, garnished with a lemon wedge. A simple classic. Gojo's martini is more decadent, the rim of the glass dipped in chocolate with visible swirls of chocolate syrup looped around the interior and curls of shaved chocolate sprinkled on top. As he taps his Watch to pay, his brow creases reflexively at the question.]
Every weekend. [Deadpan.] —No, not really.
[Honestly, he can't fathom what goes through Gojo's head sometimes. (A lot of the time.) Was he hoping for a yes or a no? Regardless, while Nanami has occasionally had to seek out new partners and wound up picking someone up (or being picked up) in a bar, it's generally more... transactional. No hand-holding, just a terse agreement to help one another out. If not for the power this place holds over him with the suit marks and the risk of turning to stone, he wouldn't be doing that much at all. He didn't at home.
He finishes off his previous drink in a few swallows and picks up the fresh one, readying to depart.]
( there's a loud repetition, as though he fully intends for the whole bar to hear it--but he's grinning, tipping forward, and he has to straighten back up again so that he can look more pointedly at his drink. it does look sweet, probably too sweet for anyone else to have more than one at a time; here he is wondering if he can get away with ordering at least three or four of these every time. the resort has really indulged his indulgences; it's almost a testament to his softer sides that he hasn't become a completely spoiled brat in this place.
he tugs the glass towards himself, holding it by the stem, and he takes a small sip off the top--some chocolate smears onto his lips, licking it clean, and once he can tell the flavor is gojou satoru approved, he beams a close-lipped smile at nanami. )
Okay. But I think we should come back after for another round.
( another mouthful of chocolate and liquor sounds like the perfect epilogue to sex: enough that it makes him laugh, a little, as he slides off the barstool, careful to keep his drink in his other hand while he holds onto nanami tightly with the other.
a nod of his chin forward, encouraging nanami to lead-- )
If you cut down, straight, between all the dice tables, there's a few empty rooms along that back wall. The best one is the one on the far left.
( --which, for now, is still unoccupied, at least. )
[Don't yell it to the whole bar... He turns his head away briefly, as if that had nothing to do with him. Very believable when they're side by side and holding hands.
Distracting him, though, is the feeling of satisfaction from successfully choosing a drink that Gojo enjoys. That's been sneaking up on him lately. In the past it wouldn't have felt like an accomplishment—he knows more about Gojo's tastes than he wants to, he would have argued—a situationally useful piece of trivia, at best. Now it warms him inside to have that smile directed at him. Not that he lets it show aside from a slight softening of his expression.]
Already asking for more?
[Typical. He glances in the indicated direction and then cuts a purposeful path through the crowd, leading Gojo by the hand. When they're within sight of the room in question, he spots two other people coming from the right—seemingly heading for the same door. He quickens his pace to get there first, shoving the door open with his foot in his haste with both hands occupied.]
Lock that.
[Does it even lock? Who knows. He's busy finding a spot to set his drink down after knocking back a decent mouthful.]
( the most important part of the little trip is to maintain his grip on his drink: he doesn't want to lose any of it by letting it splash onto the ground, bubble down the side of his hand or get lost anywhere on his clothes; and he's really gotten there mostly without issue, until nanami suddenly hurries to catch the room before anyone else can. he lets out a playful groan of disappointment, as some of his drink sloshes over the rim of the glass; still, he can't separate them, since there's the whole handcuff issue, so he just listens, elbowing the door shut and using their joined hands to try to fumble for the lock.
well. there is no lock. at least he can sense that the other couple is moving away in disappointment--seems they won't have to endure a foursome this time after all.
with a sigh, he trails closer to nanami, the handcuff chain going looser, slacked between them; woefully, he sets his drink down onto the table next to nanami's, bringing his chocolate-martini-stained knuckles up so that he can lick and suck the dribbled drink off of them. )
Don't worry, you're only getting me. Just the two of us. Wah~.
( he's beaming a grin up at nanami, until he realizes that his free hand is wet, and a little sticky--which means, of course, he's wiping it in against nanami's side as he bumps in closer. )
[Out of all the things he expected, having his suit used as a towel was not one of them.]
How am I supposed to do that, hm?
[Finally unclasping his hand from Gojo's, he gives his arm a small shake, just enough for the handcuffs to transfer the motion. They're still connected. He won't be getting his arm through any sleeves like that. The cuffs wouldn't inhibit taking his pants off, of course, but it seems abrupt to just unzip. Despite his hurry moments earlier, he's not racing to whip his dick out.]
Didn't these come with any keys? [He leans in, faux-menacing, to speak near Gojo's ear.] Maybe I should search you.
[With his free hand, he starts feeling for anything in Gojo's pockets—outer jacket pockets first, then checking for inner ones, then trouser pockets from back to front if he still hasn't come up successful. His touch is brisk, but not disinterested, a little extra pressure here and a graze of knuckles there giving him away.]
( his mouth opens, and closes--and then he laughs, as though even he hadn't thought it through completely. it would be rude to offer to rip his shirt apart at the seams, but that may be the only option; it's either that, or unbuttoning his shirt and leaving it on, which wouldn't be a problem, either, and he perks up to say so.
that is, until nanami leans in closer to him--and his shoulders tense, involuntary, a little shiver of pleasure at the sound of his voice. since when is that a thing? normally he's the one in charge, the one controlling and guiding the situation, as though they're both still young, as though nanami's still his underclassman; now, it feels different, unbalanced, and he doesn't even know where to start with that feeling.
nanami's hands move over him, searching for pockets, and he lets it go on for as long as it feels good--naturally, once nanami reaches towards the small pocket at the front of his trousers, he's immediately sliding his own hands down, awkwardly working to try to wrap his fingers around nanami's wrists. )
That's not searching. ( he tries for nonchalant, but it sounds a little too breathy. ) You're groping me. I'm telling.
( --telling who, exactly? he gives a pointed tug on nanami's hands again, almost pleading; the key is right there, so he wants to stop his probing fingers if he can, offering a compromise instead: )
Come on, I'll unbutton your shirt. You can leave it on.
Hmm. [Interesting. Suspicious, really. So the key must be in there—either that, or something else Gojo doesn't want him to find, though he can't think of what that could be.]
If that's off limits, remind me what we're doing in here.
[But he withdraws his hands, leaving that pocket alone uninvaded. He won't push it. Instead he lifts his unlinked arm, reaching up to loosen his own tie and remove it with smooth, practiced motions that come from having done so one-handed many times before.]
Go on, then.
[Once his tie is out of the way, dropped on the nearby table, he gives the okay for Gojo to undo his buttons. Normally he would probably reciprocate and start doing the same for him but, in case that would be groping too, he simply waits. Gojo can either do it himself or ask for his assistance if he's done playing coy.]
( his lip juts out, as though he wants to make a case for the tie--like that he should have been the one to loosen it, given that it's part of the whole shirt deal, but he keeps his mouth shut, keeps his complaints quiet. testing, he lifts their joined hands, first; there's little resistance, there, which means that both of his hands are meeting up at nanami's collar, working nimbly at the buttons there, running down the length of his shirt.
he's trying--and failing--to think of some kind of smartass remark; it's playing out across his face, a little ghost of mischief, before he gives up on it. more important is the way his hands gently move to tug at nanami's shirttails, pulling them up out of his trousers so that he can finish unbuttoning.
long fingers can't help themselves, fanning out across nanami's toned stomach, dipping beneath the open fabric. )
Why don't you tell me what we're doing here. ( his gaze bats up again, hands blindly sliding down to start to work nanami's belt open. ) In detail, so I don't go too far.
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he actually hasn't had a chocolate martini yet, so he trusts nanami's judgement. maybe he can just add extra chocolate, if it tastes bad.
his hand shifts, lifting slightly up under nanami's palm, but only so that he can start to snag his fingers in between nanami's, threading them together, knuckle to knuckle. )
Are you ordering me around? ( with a gasping tease, but he does as he's told: his chin tilts in his own palm, letting the six eyes calculate their findings out across the whole of the party; there are plenty of private rooms, apparently, which he'd figured would be the case, but he's now trying to decide if he should lie and pick somewhere relatively populated, or not.
another glance towards their hands-- )
We can get a room. There are a lot of them that don't have anyone using them. ( his mouth is still tugged up into a smile, even as the bartender returns with their order; the next question seems out of the blue, but it follows his train of thought. ) Do you do stuff like this often? Going out to bars, holding hands, going home to get all hot and heavy.
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Every weekend. [Deadpan.] —No, not really.
[Honestly, he can't fathom what goes through Gojo's head sometimes. (A lot of the time.) Was he hoping for a yes or a no? Regardless, while Nanami has occasionally had to seek out new partners and wound up picking someone up (or being picked up) in a bar, it's generally more... transactional. No hand-holding, just a terse agreement to help one another out. If not for the power this place holds over him with the suit marks and the risk of turning to stone, he wouldn't be doing that much at all. He didn't at home.
He finishes off his previous drink in a few swallows and picks up the fresh one, readying to depart.]
Let's get one of those rooms.
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( there's a loud repetition, as though he fully intends for the whole bar to hear it--but he's grinning, tipping forward, and he has to straighten back up again so that he can look more pointedly at his drink. it does look sweet, probably too sweet for anyone else to have more than one at a time; here he is wondering if he can get away with ordering at least three or four of these every time. the resort has really indulged his indulgences; it's almost a testament to his softer sides that he hasn't become a completely spoiled brat in this place.
he tugs the glass towards himself, holding it by the stem, and he takes a small sip off the top--some chocolate smears onto his lips, licking it clean, and once he can tell the flavor is gojou satoru approved, he beams a close-lipped smile at nanami. )
Okay. But I think we should come back after for another round.
( another mouthful of chocolate and liquor sounds like the perfect epilogue to sex: enough that it makes him laugh, a little, as he slides off the barstool, careful to keep his drink in his other hand while he holds onto nanami tightly with the other.
a nod of his chin forward, encouraging nanami to lead-- )
If you cut down, straight, between all the dice tables, there's a few empty rooms along that back wall. The best one is the one on the far left.
( --which, for now, is still unoccupied, at least. )
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Distracting him, though, is the feeling of satisfaction from successfully choosing a drink that Gojo enjoys. That's been sneaking up on him lately. In the past it wouldn't have felt like an accomplishment—he knows more about Gojo's tastes than he wants to, he would have argued—a situationally useful piece of trivia, at best. Now it warms him inside to have that smile directed at him. Not that he lets it show aside from a slight softening of his expression.]
Already asking for more?
[Typical. He glances in the indicated direction and then cuts a purposeful path through the crowd, leading Gojo by the hand. When they're within sight of the room in question, he spots two other people coming from the right—seemingly heading for the same door. He quickens his pace to get there first, shoving the door open with his foot in his haste with both hands occupied.]
Lock that.
[Does it even lock? Who knows. He's busy finding a spot to set his drink down after knocking back a decent mouthful.]
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well. there is no lock. at least he can sense that the other couple is moving away in disappointment--seems they won't have to endure a foursome this time after all.
with a sigh, he trails closer to nanami, the handcuff chain going looser, slacked between them; woefully, he sets his drink down onto the table next to nanami's, bringing his chocolate-martini-stained knuckles up so that he can lick and suck the dribbled drink off of them. )
Don't worry, you're only getting me. Just the two of us. Wah~.
( he's beaming a grin up at nanami, until he realizes that his free hand is wet, and a little sticky--which means, of course, he's wiping it in against nanami's side as he bumps in closer. )
Oops, now you're dirty. Take it off.
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How am I supposed to do that, hm?
[Finally unclasping his hand from Gojo's, he gives his arm a small shake, just enough for the handcuffs to transfer the motion. They're still connected. He won't be getting his arm through any sleeves like that. The cuffs wouldn't inhibit taking his pants off, of course, but it seems abrupt to just unzip. Despite his hurry moments earlier, he's not racing to whip his dick out.]
Didn't these come with any keys? [He leans in, faux-menacing, to speak near Gojo's ear.] Maybe I should search you.
[With his free hand, he starts feeling for anything in Gojo's pockets—outer jacket pockets first, then checking for inner ones, then trouser pockets from back to front if he still hasn't come up successful. His touch is brisk, but not disinterested, a little extra pressure here and a graze of knuckles there giving him away.]
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that is, until nanami leans in closer to him--and his shoulders tense, involuntary, a little shiver of pleasure at the sound of his voice. since when is that a thing? normally he's the one in charge, the one controlling and guiding the situation, as though they're both still young, as though nanami's still his underclassman; now, it feels different, unbalanced, and he doesn't even know where to start with that feeling.
nanami's hands move over him, searching for pockets, and he lets it go on for as long as it feels good--naturally, once nanami reaches towards the small pocket at the front of his trousers, he's immediately sliding his own hands down, awkwardly working to try to wrap his fingers around nanami's wrists. )
That's not searching. ( he tries for nonchalant, but it sounds a little too breathy. ) You're groping me. I'm telling.
( --telling who, exactly? he gives a pointed tug on nanami's hands again, almost pleading; the key is right there, so he wants to stop his probing fingers if he can, offering a compromise instead: )
Come on, I'll unbutton your shirt. You can leave it on.
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If that's off limits, remind me what we're doing in here.
[But he withdraws his hands, leaving that pocket alone uninvaded. He won't push it. Instead he lifts his unlinked arm, reaching up to loosen his own tie and remove it with smooth, practiced motions that come from having done so one-handed many times before.]
Go on, then.
[Once his tie is out of the way, dropped on the nearby table, he gives the okay for Gojo to undo his buttons. Normally he would probably reciprocate and start doing the same for him but, in case that would be groping too, he simply waits. Gojo can either do it himself or ask for his assistance if he's done playing coy.]
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he's trying--and failing--to think of some kind of smartass remark; it's playing out across his face, a little ghost of mischief, before he gives up on it. more important is the way his hands gently move to tug at nanami's shirttails, pulling them up out of his trousers so that he can finish unbuttoning.
long fingers can't help themselves, fanning out across nanami's toned stomach, dipping beneath the open fabric. )
Why don't you tell me what we're doing here. ( his gaze bats up again, hands blindly sliding down to start to work nanami's belt open. ) In detail, so I don't go too far.