bakerstreet | Vegas

Vegas

The { WAKING UP IN VEGAS } meme

Shut up and put your money where your mouth is
That’s what you get for waking up in Vegas

:::
Sin City – the entertainment and gambling capital of the world. There’s something hypnotizing about the glitz and glamour in this den of excess and greed. You can be anything or anyone you want to be in America’s playground, but there are consequences to every action. Too bad the tequila, the showgirls in feather boas, and Celine Dion seem to make you forget all of that.

HOW TO PLAY
1.) This is the easy part – leave a comment with your character, canon, and any preferences you may have in the subject heading.
2.) Look for partners-in-crime/sudden marriage mates/fellow performers – tag other characters. Choose a prompt or run around the city doing your own thing.
3.) MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
4.) Have fun, but please remember that you are liable for any lost property, destroyed buildings, or potential lawsuits that follow your stay in Vegas.

1.) YOU GOTTA HELP ME OUT / IT’S ALL A BLUR LAST NIGHT
Ugh, where in the world are you? This doesn’t look like your hotel room, and these definitely don’t look like the people you were hanging out with last night. Wait, why is there a monkey in the bathroom? Why does everyone keep you calling you the Duchess of Devonshire? Who the hell ordered all of these tanks of helium?! ~~Oh god did you put this all on your credit card?~~

2.) I LOST MY FAKE ID / BUT YOU LOST THE MOTEL KEY
Technically, you’re not supposed to be anywhere near the casinos for several more years. But that’s what you’ve got a fake ID for – let’s just hope it lasts you the night.

3.) GET UP AND SHAKE THE GLITTER OFF YOUR CLOTHES NOW
Las Vegas is your stage – whether you’re a world-renowned performer or just launching your career or are simply one of the myriads of sequined contortionists performing in the latest Cirque du Soleil show, you know the backstage hijinks better than anyone else. Do you love the lights or are you getting a bit jaded for having to do this night after night?

4.) WHY ARE THESE LIGHTS SO BRIGHT? / DID WE GET HITCHED LAST NIGHT?
There is a wedding band on your finger that wasn’t there last night. Were you eloping on purpose or did the third bottle of tequila convince you that this strangely-confused Elvis would be a perfect marriage mate? Better yet, how in the world is the honeymoon going to top this?

5.) DON’T CALL YOUR MOTHER / BECAUSE NOW WE’RE PARTNERS IN CRIME
The crime of the century is about to go down in Vegas and you are at the center of it. Will you get away with cheating the system and getting away with millions, or will your face end up plastered across the news station for entirely different reasons.

6.) GET SOME CASH OUT / WE’RE GONNA TEAR UP THE TOWN
Someone has a birthday/retirement/engagement, and you’ve decided that the best way to celebrate is through Smirnoff, dancing ladies, and overpriced restaurants. Well, no city knows how to party like Vegas – lets just hope everyone gets through the nice in one piece and with their credit still somewhat intact.

7.) WILDCARD
Hey, it’s your money. Do whatever the hell you want.
And remember - what happens in Vegas, stays on YouTube.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

[Most interested in 1, 4, 5.]

So, it was probably a mistake putting on that suit. Oeznik had to cover Steve's ears with how loud they were being even behind the closed door of the palatial suite. And by 'they', he mostly means the American, because he saw the look in Zemo's eyes once he laid eyes on James wearing that Tom Ford three piece, and he'd be surprised if Zemo hasn't ripped the entire thing off his body on his way to consummating their shotgun marriage, which was basically just the dressed up version of bending his Winter Soldier over and fucking him raw, making him muffle his screams into a pillow, leaving him a whimpering, sweaty mess of black and blue bruises.

Bucky was stone cold sober the entire time, despite the few drinks he'd had mostly to humour Zemo. But humouring Zemo might have gone a few steps too far when he had to hold the baron upright at the chapel. He'd kept asking Zemo to leave and apologised profusely at the officiant but Zemo wouldn't be left at the altar.

So here they are. At least Bucky's sleeping it off so soundly that even the smell of Oeznik's cooked breakfast and Zemo's stirring couldn't wake him. With his stomach down and hugging onto the pillow he'd been clinging onto so tightly last night that he'd ripped the bottom of it partially open, not even the light of day can reach his face.

Edited (i give up) 2021-12-29 04:09 (UTC)

While Wyoming was quite a relaxed pace, as close to a normal life as he's had in a very long time, Zemo would never say he didn't enjoy getting out of there briefly. Vegas was hardly a discreet location, but still easy enough to get lost in if you played it just right... even with Bucky sneaking Steve along for the ride. Poor old cat, surrounded by bright lights and noise and obnoxious lovemaking in the connected suite.

They likely owe Oeznik an apology as well, at some point.

All the bright lights, drinks, and fun took a turn somewhere along the way, and for some reason, Zemo had decided that he wanted to make his Winter Soldier more his than he'd already claimed, with a ring and in ways he had swore he'd never do again after the loss of his wife.

When he comes to that morning, he can already feel the throbbing pain in his head, feel his guts churn after drinking far too much last night. He doesn't quite recall the chapel first thing -- he can barely recall much of anything after a certain point. Too much fun.

But even half-asleep and hung over, there's still the nagging thought something is-- wrong. Or at least off. Brows furrow as he debates whether or not the smell of breakfast is welcomed or about to send him back to the toilet. It's undecided as he opens hi eyes to finally look at Bucky, still sleeping next to him.

He clears his throat after a moment. "James-- James, wake up."

Even the sound of his own voice is enough to make that headache worse, but... ah well. It pales to when he reaches out a hand to give Bucky a shake and sees a plain ring adorning his finger. If his stomach could drop any lower, it would likely be leaving his body.

"... James."

While Bucky had quite enjoyed that idyllic countryside life, Zemo clearly needed the stimulation and he doesn't regret anything that's transpired in their weekend in Vegas. It's that time of year after all, and some party animals just want to leave the farmhouse behind. Had he known that Zemo arranged all this just so he can upgrade the farmhouse to have underfloor heating, a heated pool and some other unnecessary embellishments in their absence, Bucky might have asked if such extravagant comforts are slightly over the top even if that might have signalled his willingness to put down his roots for a little while.

It's been a while since he's come to so hoarse and sore though. Bucky groans and starts pulling his knees in closer as he reaches around behind somewhere near his thigh to pull the sheet up over his bare skin. He's recovered from most of the damage Zemo had inflicted on him last night, but there's still a lingering ache in places he never knew he could ache in and faint marks all over from his neck to his legs.

"No more," Bucky protests quietly, voice scratching up his throat like a coarse bristle brush. It hurt, and he's still bruised as though they got into a wrestling match last night, and if Zemo is somehow still horny after all that, at this hour of the morning, he can go jerk himself off or something. Yes, that is a matching ring on Bucky's vibranium finger making a fleeting appearance before it disappears into the creases of bundled up sheets pressed up against his butt.

"No more."

Zemo would insist there's absolutely nothing wrong with a little home improvement, especially if they plan to stay. Steve may enjoy the additional warmth anyway. But Wyoming isn't where his attention is stuck.

Normally, he might be a bit smug that he was able to outfuck the Winter Soldier, but there's a cold chill that goes through him when he sees that ring that still manages to stand out against vibranium. There's some Sokovian curse that leaves his lips when he sees it, a few more words in his native tongue as he pieces together what had to have happened.

Bucky doesn't speak the language. It's easier to lose his mind at the thought that he's-- done something uncharacteristically foolish. Possibly, he should reconsider how much he drinks after all.

"I need air," he finally manages as he moves to get out of bed, almost envious that Bucky seems blissfully able to drift back off while Zemo feels too restless to even sit still. There's no sense in asking Bucky why he's wearing a matching ring. Zemo isn't that big of a fool that he can't piece it together.

Even if he can't quite understand why Bucky would go along with that.

Either way, once he's out of bed, he's moving towards the bathroom to start the water. He should wash the sex off of himself before he leaves the room -- or goes to speak with Oeznik, whichever comes first.

Sure. Blame the underfloor heating on Steve, whom the Sokovians have threatened to skin and quarter on multiple occasions, turn him into a fur rug for midgets or whatever politically incorrect offensive thing they'd said in their language. Clearly the heated swimming pool is for Oeznik to practice his 100m butterfly as well.

Zemo's excusing himself gets a grunt out of Bucky, who's still staying face down in bed. Their rooms are properly furnished with sufficient towels and plain white bathrobes, but that doesn't stop Oeznik from bringing Zemo's softer, plush purple one draped over his arm along with one serving of hangover tea. Although he was certain the boys had a good night judging from the hours (hours) of hearing Bucky get tortured, he has no idea what went on between them last night, having been treated to a show and taken his time sampling a few offerings from the hotel buffet.

So imagine his surprise when Zemo eventually emerges from the bathroom and shows off his silver band.

"...congratulations, sir," Oeznik says in the most deadpan, most judgemental raised eyebrow as his back straightens and he tries not to shoot a dirty look at that naked American back peeking through those soiled sheets. They ought to be ashamed of themselves. How could the Winter Soldier let this happen? That useless oaf.

They only threaten him with love... mostly. And they have not skinned him yet, even while he's wandering through the suite, causing who knows what sort of mischief while they are out enjoying themselves. Zemo thinks he'd have rather woken up to the cat shredding the curtains or trying to lash out at him with claws.

He almost wishes he'd dressed instead of just put on his robe when he finally comes face to face with Oeznik. It's very rare that Zemo doesn't have words. He usually has far too many to share, but he finds himself mute and slightly ashamed at his oldest friend's look, at those words.

"Perhaps Vegas was not the... best idea to bring in the New Year." To put it lightly.

He isn't even certain why he hadn't taken that ring off the very minute he went to clean up -- thrown it in the trash or out the nearest window to be absolutely forgotten.

He's not a child anymore. He can't quite run to his butler in lieu of his busy father to beg advice or to cry about some childish injustice he'd endured, though part of him almost wishes he could, dignity be damned. But this mistake was entirely his own making, and Bucky's for going along with it for some unfathomable reason.

So instead, he clears his throat and searches the room. "Breakfast?"

He rather hopes it's bacon and coffee again and Oeznik isn't making him eat something a little more proper.

"Perhaps not," Oeznik agrees mildly, although the damage is clearly done and all that is left to do is move forward. It's just as well he hasn't asked for advice as there isn't much else left for Oeznik to say. All the well-meaning speeches about not getting too attached and not having a repeat of the shooting incident have clearly gone in one ear and out the other thus far.

"I have made you scrambled eggs, pan-seared tomatoes and toast." All mild, blander food that should go down a little easier. "There's enough leftover cat food for your wife." He's had quite enough sausage last night.

"Speaking of whom. You will have to buy him a new phone." Oeznik gestures to the snapped one sitting in the bin they walk past to get to breakfast. "He said you tried to call Miss Shuri last night to sort out some ownership disputes and you should know the police came by last night in your absence." Probably also because Zemo needed to proclaim exactly who owns the Winter Soldier's ass and making sure said Winter Soldier knows that threatening to leave barons unwed at the altar and sexually unfulfilled is a felony. Thankfully the 911 call was easy enough to handle, and they were forgiving of an old man getting confused and pressing buttons raising his voice at the operator. The Wakandans showing up though - not so much.