The air was hot and dry as he stepped through the portal as voices could be heard in a close distances. A small suitcase was in hand and like most typical days for Matt he wore a bespoke suit. Heading out of the alleyway he joined the crowd on the sidewalk, immediately a few glances were thrown his way as if to question the attire in the relentless sun. It was almost enough to be regrettable until an unfamiliar blonde with a rack that looked almost out of proportion to her tiny waist waved at him and blew a kiss. It didn’t take long for a few others to follow suit, but in all fairness it was the city of Vegas and Matt looked as if he had enough money to own it.

A rather handsome gentleman took the suitcase from Matt’s hand as all doubts of rather he actually had any money drifted away from the rather generous tip he found pressed against the palm of his hand. This was his first vacation away from Deus, almost three years since he had been extended an invitation into what the hunter could consider some sort of new hell. Even more so it was rather an immediate pay cut from what he was expecting to get when he graduated from college, however there was little concern in that he would have done things differently. It wasn’t until he stood there in the middle of the lobby of the Bellagio that Matt was reminded of the more finer things in life he had given up. It was unfair to say his family was extremely wealthy, but they had lived far more comfortable lives than most. It was even enough to say that there was really no need for him to attend school he could have lived out his life lounging in his hammock strumming a ukulele and having no real concern in life.

It was not who he was Matt thought in return as he walked towards the desk giving the concierge's name. She gave him a respectable smile as she pulled up his information and then gave him two card keys for one of the penthouse suites.

“Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Duffy?”

Running his hand through his hair Matt looked over at the courtyard at the rather colorful display of fake flowers and trees creating a rather pleasant fairy like forest.

“Actually yes there is, can you schedule me an appointment at the Salon in three hours and can you arrange some transportation. Also can you give me a name and address to the best tattoo parlor here, thanks.”

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A few hours later Matt ran his hand across the bare side of his head as the feeling of fuzz short hair seemed strange to his fingertips. The other side was covered from his long hair that was in a perfect messy braid that came below his shoulder. It had been a while since he had even went somewhere to get his hair cut, most of the time he had just pulled it back or braided but this seemed to fit both goals he had in mind.

“Please sir stop moving.” An older gentleman spoke, his voice trying to not show its agitation as he scribbled a set of numbers down on a pad of paper. “I want to make sure that all of your measurements are correct for this suit.” Matt watched as he stuck the pen back in his mouth as he shuffled the tape measure around Matt’s ankle.

“Sorry sorry,” he replied with a half-hearted smile putting his hands back down to his side. An itch lingered just above his shoulder blade as he tried to pretend it didn’t exist. Under the layer of the t-shirt was a new tattoo, not that anyone could have guess that he had only gotten few hours ago. It wasn’t done, not by a long shot of course but it was a start of something he had in mind.

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The smell of alcohol and perfume lingered in the air as Matt held out his hand to a blonde woman with deep green eyes, her chest rising as she pressed her lips to his knuckles. His eyes lingered too long on her lips before noting the lack of clothing covering most of her perfect curves.

“There a kiss for goodluck.” A grin spread on Matt’s face as he threw the dice on the table as her chest pressed into arm, his mind still fuzzy from the few glasses of whiskey that someone had continued to bring to the table. Cheers went up from around the table, leaving guessing that whatever she had done worked as the casino employee collected up his winnings and returned them. More voices sound as Matt shook his head and wrapped his arm around thin waist of the woman next to him, who was more than happy to collect his winnings for him.

“Let’s celebrate, my treat. Anything you want I’ll pay, anything my Lady Luck wants.”