James and Watt
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- Posted: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 02:30:34 +0000
Las Vegas had always been a city of sin and the rapture did nothing to stop this, thanks to Hoover dam the lights could stay on all night for as long as the damn thing held. It would go eventually, but James didn't think that he would be alive to see that day. So the whole world changed in a single day, but sin city hadn't. Well it had of course, and James had to adapt to it just like everyone else. Which was exactly why he found himself at Caesars Palace playing a high stakes game of chess, instead of playing no limit Texas hold'm.
His opposition was a lovely young red head dressed up like Jessica Rabbit, and not surprisingly she was more than competent at the ancient game of war. James had assumed she was dressed as such to help distract him from the game, but apparently she was pulled from her other job when he had approached the pit boss with his gamble. Ten gallons of Caesars fresh drinking water, against his ten shotgun shells and full twelve bullet clip of 9.m.m. rounds; a fair wager considering that both had become more valuable than gold in this desert oasis.
As it turned out Jessica was better than him, as well as younger and much easier on the eyes. James opened with the Sokolsky and with a single move Jess took the lead in the game instantly. Just to stay in it after that James had to use all of his chess know how, keep his gaze from wandering over her wonderful cleavage, and try to distract her as much as he could. Which turned out to be difficult on all fronts, this woman was on the daily just another high class Las Vegas call girl, which equated to "whore" in his book, or less likely sex slave. But it turns out Jessica was the only person they had in all of Caesars Palace that they were confident enough to put into a game of chess where ten gallons of their fresh clean drinking water was on the line, or maybe the only person available at the time, James wasn't sure. He was sure however that he had to turn this match around, as he couldn't walk out of here with no water and no bullets.
Finding ways to get Jessica's mind off the game had been hard at first, flattery hadn't worked, and neither had questioning her about her day job, such queries got him only icy stares and lost pons, but telling her about the world outside of Las Vegas had managed a raised eyebrow, and a bishop. Talking about the beauty of the California coastline during a full moon had taken a knight. That's when Jess noticed the game was even then, she was good, but she didn't play often and it took her knight to finally realize that he was managing to distract her. "I bet you've never even been to California, crossing the desert is suicide nowadays." She was right, but that wouldn't stop him from putting her in check, "yeah, but who said anything about being there since the rapture? Check."
Jessica looked over her naked shoulder at the pit boss who had been giving her the you're going to regret this later look, back down at the board, then finally she looked back at James with fear and desperation in those beautiful blue eyes. She still moved her king, and James still forced her hand and more importantly made it impossible for her to castle. She became real tight lipped after that, but it was to late. He had taken control of the tempo of the game, and managed to hold onto it all throughout a bitter end game.
"Good game James." Jessica knocked her king over. "Good game Jessica." Her lush red lips gave way to forced smile, "My name is Emily."
The pit boss made his reappearance before James could even try to shake Emily's hand, "Congratulations sir, why not stay the night, we'll comp a suite for you." James turned around to look at Emily, but he only caught a glimpse of her disappearing into an elevator complete with an escort. "Yeah sure, I'll stay the night.... thinking about doing a little bit more gambling."
"Oh good sir, I'll have your winnings sent to your room."
"Oh and Emily too, have her sent there as well."
"She'll be there too..."
"Oh and make sure she's just as pretty as she was now please."
"She will be... Your room is in wing C, the gladiator suite."
Walking the casino floor on Caesars palace had changed and stayed the same as much of Vegas had, the poker and black jack tables were still in use, but now games of magic the gathering were being played enthusiastically for whatever stakes they had laid out. Not only that, but the slot machines had been slowly replaced with arcade machines, where taking the top score won you the grand prize, all sized off your bet. The palace's movie theater had even been converted into a huge area for console gaming, but James had already won his prize for the night, and he never really did have a huge taste for gambling, he did however stop at the Mos Eisley Cantina; Caesars best bar.
By the time James got to his room he was practically sober, a fact he blamed on getting lost in the various card, game, comic and costume shops that littered the casino. He could smell a faint hint of spiced rum reflect off the suites door as he slid the faded electronic key into the magnetic lock, it took a few tries since he was struggling with the bags in his hands. The first thing he noticed when the door silently opened was the shear number of swords and axes that decorated the walls. "Gladiator suite huh?" He laughed inwardly as he examined the gladius that hung by the entrance. "Well at least they got that bit right." The gladius was the basic short sword of the Roman legion and his personal favorite, it was an effective and deadly killing tool. This one however was dull, covered in symbols, and looked like it would break if you even touched the thing. He made his way deeper into the dwelling of pit fighters, and then he saw her. Emily was laid out on the bed, casually reading a book. She wasn't Jessica Rabbit anymore, but rather looked exactly like Misty from pokemon with slightly longer hair, but he was never a perfectionist when it came to cosplay, in fact he never gave a damn about cosplay.
She looked up at him silently, "Put those on." The buzzed man tossed down the bags he had struggled with up six flights of stairs, instantly her gorgeous blue eyes shimmered with disgust, as if she had expected more of him. "Well hurry up with it, your a** is expensive." Emily's only reply was an annoying snort, a disappointed sound James knew all to well; she still grabbed the bag on her way to the restroom. James took the time she spent changing to set the rest of the stuff up, and by the time a more comfortable Emily appeared it was all ready.
The surprised look on her face was his favorite part, her lack of words was a close second though. By some stroke of luck the outfit he got her fit perfectly; her shirt read "Stop Wars" in that iconic lettering everyone knew so well, and it looked as if someone poured her into the faded jeans he bought her. Emily wore that look of shock for just a moment, then she couldn't help but smile when her eyes found their way to the small wooden chess set; pons waiting and everything. The night consisted of a few more shots, a lot more games, heavy looks, and ended with them passed out drunk on the bed, chess pieces scattered on the floor.
In the end James woke up to a lonely room, he wasn't sure where she had gone, or when she had gone, but gone she was, and sadly her knew clothing was neatly folded up on the bed. He sighed at the sight, he had been hoping she'd at least would have taken them. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" Then he found the note she had left him, it was folded neatly and placed in the middle of neatly set up armies, it had red lips kissed on top. He gently thumbed it open and at first it made him smile, then feel a bit empty. "I wish we had more time, thank you. Emily."
Finding the pit boss had been much easier than finding his room, he was busy directing two men to the brothel. The mans cold gaze found James, "I trust you had a good night," his queer smile reminded James of the cliche pervert everyone was always dreading contact with. James ignored his comment, "I have another proposal for you."
"Oh and what's that?"
"The remainder of my water and that ammo... for Emily's freedom."
"... No, she makes twice that in two weeks, it's not worth the gamble."
"Okay... then this Magic deck as well."
James handed him the thick stack of cards for inspection, he had never had a taste for the game, but an old friend of his had collected them for as long as he had known him, and before he died gave everything he had of value to James. This wasn't the first time he has put the deck up on the chopping block, his old friend had some great cards apparently, and since mass production had died over night, every single card in existence jumped in value ten fold; James had even seen friends die over those damn cards.
He waited patiently for the bald man to examine them, and when his eyes grew wide, James knew he had reached the good stuff and that the bet was on. "...Alright, choose your game." It wasn't even something James had to think about, and when the valuable cards were back in his hand, James said, "I choose super smash brothers brawl." The bald pit boss laughed at him, "you think we don't know who you are?" The pit boss ran his fingers across his ageing I-pad then showed James. "You consistently placed within the top twenty in competitions for that game before the rapture, pro's can't choose games they competed in for cash prizes, house rules, no exceptions." Of course that queer smile of his returned, but then James saw what he had missed the night before, the only game in the house that was around since gambling was what it once use to be; roulette, and whats more it was being played, so James couldn't be denied. "Well then, how about we put it all on black Captain Pikard?" The bald pit boss didn't laugh, neither did he seem happy leading the way to the roulette table. The dealer took a signature mark from James after prompting everyone to place their bets, spun the wheel, then snapped the ball onto the spinning roulette table.
His opposition was a lovely young red head dressed up like Jessica Rabbit, and not surprisingly she was more than competent at the ancient game of war. James had assumed she was dressed as such to help distract him from the game, but apparently she was pulled from her other job when he had approached the pit boss with his gamble. Ten gallons of Caesars fresh drinking water, against his ten shotgun shells and full twelve bullet clip of 9.m.m. rounds; a fair wager considering that both had become more valuable than gold in this desert oasis.
As it turned out Jessica was better than him, as well as younger and much easier on the eyes. James opened with the Sokolsky and with a single move Jess took the lead in the game instantly. Just to stay in it after that James had to use all of his chess know how, keep his gaze from wandering over her wonderful cleavage, and try to distract her as much as he could. Which turned out to be difficult on all fronts, this woman was on the daily just another high class Las Vegas call girl, which equated to "whore" in his book, or less likely sex slave. But it turns out Jessica was the only person they had in all of Caesars Palace that they were confident enough to put into a game of chess where ten gallons of their fresh clean drinking water was on the line, or maybe the only person available at the time, James wasn't sure. He was sure however that he had to turn this match around, as he couldn't walk out of here with no water and no bullets.
Finding ways to get Jessica's mind off the game had been hard at first, flattery hadn't worked, and neither had questioning her about her day job, such queries got him only icy stares and lost pons, but telling her about the world outside of Las Vegas had managed a raised eyebrow, and a bishop. Talking about the beauty of the California coastline during a full moon had taken a knight. That's when Jess noticed the game was even then, she was good, but she didn't play often and it took her knight to finally realize that he was managing to distract her. "I bet you've never even been to California, crossing the desert is suicide nowadays." She was right, but that wouldn't stop him from putting her in check, "yeah, but who said anything about being there since the rapture? Check."
Jessica looked over her naked shoulder at the pit boss who had been giving her the you're going to regret this later look, back down at the board, then finally she looked back at James with fear and desperation in those beautiful blue eyes. She still moved her king, and James still forced her hand and more importantly made it impossible for her to castle. She became real tight lipped after that, but it was to late. He had taken control of the tempo of the game, and managed to hold onto it all throughout a bitter end game.
"Good game James." Jessica knocked her king over. "Good game Jessica." Her lush red lips gave way to forced smile, "My name is Emily."
The pit boss made his reappearance before James could even try to shake Emily's hand, "Congratulations sir, why not stay the night, we'll comp a suite for you." James turned around to look at Emily, but he only caught a glimpse of her disappearing into an elevator complete with an escort. "Yeah sure, I'll stay the night.... thinking about doing a little bit more gambling."
"Oh good sir, I'll have your winnings sent to your room."
"Oh and Emily too, have her sent there as well."
"She'll be there too..."
"Oh and make sure she's just as pretty as she was now please."
"She will be... Your room is in wing C, the gladiator suite."
Walking the casino floor on Caesars palace had changed and stayed the same as much of Vegas had, the poker and black jack tables were still in use, but now games of magic the gathering were being played enthusiastically for whatever stakes they had laid out. Not only that, but the slot machines had been slowly replaced with arcade machines, where taking the top score won you the grand prize, all sized off your bet. The palace's movie theater had even been converted into a huge area for console gaming, but James had already won his prize for the night, and he never really did have a huge taste for gambling, he did however stop at the Mos Eisley Cantina; Caesars best bar.
By the time James got to his room he was practically sober, a fact he blamed on getting lost in the various card, game, comic and costume shops that littered the casino. He could smell a faint hint of spiced rum reflect off the suites door as he slid the faded electronic key into the magnetic lock, it took a few tries since he was struggling with the bags in his hands. The first thing he noticed when the door silently opened was the shear number of swords and axes that decorated the walls. "Gladiator suite huh?" He laughed inwardly as he examined the gladius that hung by the entrance. "Well at least they got that bit right." The gladius was the basic short sword of the Roman legion and his personal favorite, it was an effective and deadly killing tool. This one however was dull, covered in symbols, and looked like it would break if you even touched the thing. He made his way deeper into the dwelling of pit fighters, and then he saw her. Emily was laid out on the bed, casually reading a book. She wasn't Jessica Rabbit anymore, but rather looked exactly like Misty from pokemon with slightly longer hair, but he was never a perfectionist when it came to cosplay, in fact he never gave a damn about cosplay.
She looked up at him silently, "Put those on." The buzzed man tossed down the bags he had struggled with up six flights of stairs, instantly her gorgeous blue eyes shimmered with disgust, as if she had expected more of him. "Well hurry up with it, your a** is expensive." Emily's only reply was an annoying snort, a disappointed sound James knew all to well; she still grabbed the bag on her way to the restroom. James took the time she spent changing to set the rest of the stuff up, and by the time a more comfortable Emily appeared it was all ready.
The surprised look on her face was his favorite part, her lack of words was a close second though. By some stroke of luck the outfit he got her fit perfectly; her shirt read "Stop Wars" in that iconic lettering everyone knew so well, and it looked as if someone poured her into the faded jeans he bought her. Emily wore that look of shock for just a moment, then she couldn't help but smile when her eyes found their way to the small wooden chess set; pons waiting and everything. The night consisted of a few more shots, a lot more games, heavy looks, and ended with them passed out drunk on the bed, chess pieces scattered on the floor.
In the end James woke up to a lonely room, he wasn't sure where she had gone, or when she had gone, but gone she was, and sadly her knew clothing was neatly folded up on the bed. He sighed at the sight, he had been hoping she'd at least would have taken them. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" Then he found the note she had left him, it was folded neatly and placed in the middle of neatly set up armies, it had red lips kissed on top. He gently thumbed it open and at first it made him smile, then feel a bit empty. "I wish we had more time, thank you. Emily."
Finding the pit boss had been much easier than finding his room, he was busy directing two men to the brothel. The mans cold gaze found James, "I trust you had a good night," his queer smile reminded James of the cliche pervert everyone was always dreading contact with. James ignored his comment, "I have another proposal for you."
"Oh and what's that?"
"The remainder of my water and that ammo... for Emily's freedom."
"... No, she makes twice that in two weeks, it's not worth the gamble."
"Okay... then this Magic deck as well."
James handed him the thick stack of cards for inspection, he had never had a taste for the game, but an old friend of his had collected them for as long as he had known him, and before he died gave everything he had of value to James. This wasn't the first time he has put the deck up on the chopping block, his old friend had some great cards apparently, and since mass production had died over night, every single card in existence jumped in value ten fold; James had even seen friends die over those damn cards.
He waited patiently for the bald man to examine them, and when his eyes grew wide, James knew he had reached the good stuff and that the bet was on. "...Alright, choose your game." It wasn't even something James had to think about, and when the valuable cards were back in his hand, James said, "I choose super smash brothers brawl." The bald pit boss laughed at him, "you think we don't know who you are?" The pit boss ran his fingers across his ageing I-pad then showed James. "You consistently placed within the top twenty in competitions for that game before the rapture, pro's can't choose games they competed in for cash prizes, house rules, no exceptions." Of course that queer smile of his returned, but then James saw what he had missed the night before, the only game in the house that was around since gambling was what it once use to be; roulette, and whats more it was being played, so James couldn't be denied. "Well then, how about we put it all on black Captain Pikard?" The bald pit boss didn't laugh, neither did he seem happy leading the way to the roulette table. The dealer took a signature mark from James after prompting everyone to place their bets, spun the wheel, then snapped the ball onto the spinning roulette table.