Lorna: Lorna latched onto Bobby's hand, laughing as she hurried down the sidewalk away from the casino with him. "That was too much fun. I'm going to turn into one of those old lady slot machine sharks, aren't I?"
Bobby: "Ha! Well, we know what we're doing in our old age, don't we?" Bobby glanced over his shoulder to see if there were still any suspicious security guards glowering at them. "As if I hadn't made them paranoid already. How much did that poor machine cough up for the Missus of Magnetism?"
Lorna: She put on her most innocent face as she looked over to Bobby, wanting to laugh as he glanced back at the guards. "Let's just say I've got a fair bucket full. Might be doubtful what I mean by fair though."
Lorna: "And how much did the house have to cough up when Mister Math came to play?"
Bobby: "Oh well, all's fair, right? And fair might mean we need to go to one of those real pricey buffets for dinner tonight." He blinked at her just as innocently. "Well, I don't think I'll be retiring just yet, but I can afford to send the house some cough drops on both of our behalfs.
Lorna: Lorna snorted loudly at that and tightened her hold on Bobby's hand. Maybe this was the reason people were worried about mutants, cheating at cards. "Wow, we're quite the badly behaved people tonight, aren't we?
Bobby: "Naughty, naughty monkeys," Bobby agreed, wriggling his eyebrows at her and dropping her hand to put his arm around her shoulders. They walked along the strip, and he tilted his head back to look up at the blinding neon. "Looks brighter than at New Years."
Lorna: "You know, it does, doesn't it?" Lorna leaned against Bobby's shoulder, looking up at the lights as well. "I mean. It probably isn't but still. It's nice." She smiled and let her head tilt more against him. "So, we have a tidy little sum between the two of us. What would you like to go do?"
Bobby: Bobby looked back down right before they were about to walk into another small group of ogling tourists and steered them around, pulling Lorna close and liking the side effect. He dropped his voice. "Well... we could go do all kinds of stuff back at the hotel..."
Lorna: "And not just raid the mini-bar and make prank calls either." Lorna smirked back at him, poking his side teasingly. "Although that's always fun too. You know I've been wanting to call Laura up and do my Howlett impression? Remind me to do that when we're back at school." She settled back against Bobby again. "But yeah, we could do all kinds of stuff..."
Bobby: "Okay, prank calls are totally on the checklist of things to do," he laughed, ticking off a box in the air. "We could. There are always shows we could go to, though that might get kinda old if you cover my eyes every time the showgirls come out."
Lorna: "Well it's fun for me." Lorna tried to look innocent again and rubbed her hands together, getting them warmed up for eye covering. "And it's only been the once so far. It can't be getting that old, can it?"
Bobby: "Nooo, dear." Bobby put on his shit-eating grin. "I wasn't looking at her anyway. Why ever would I want to?" He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. "Well... we know one thing we're good at here." His brow quirked up. "Well, one other thing."
Lorna: "We're good at a lot of things, especially here." Lorna returned Bobby's grin and swung her winnings. "But have to admit, some of the shows are just scary. I mean, Celine Dion? How many times can someone sing the Titanic theme?"
Bobby: "Apparently twice a day every day for years, which, ew. I wish her heart would just hurry up and go the fuck on." Bobby shuddered and tapped her bucket of winnings. "But I meant we could double or nothing it."
Lorna: Lorna laughed and started humming a few bars. "Well...you know...we could. I mean, we might as well make a good run of it before we're banned from the casinos or something."
Bobby: "Exactly! Though... what I was doing isn't really illegal... you, however, babe..." He tsked at her and turned the tap to her nose. "Good thing you look good in stripes."
Lorna: "Well, there isn't a law against what I was doing either. ...yet." Lorna failed at looking innocent this time. "Yeah, maybe I shouldn't really be doing that one. Though it is my turn to be arrested between the two of us."
Bobby: "Yeah, it'd suck if we had to use the money for bail." Using their powers in public was always tricky, but it might be getting a lot trickier in a week. Lorna in the police blotter wouldn't do anything to help the mutant cause. He sighed and pushed the thought aside. "You can be my lovely lucky charm."
Lorna: "Oooh, can I hang off of you and be arm candy?" Lorna smirked even more. "I could even blow on the dice for you. Though I didn't help when I did that last time. Craps just isn't our game."
Bobby: "Not unless we swap out the dice for metal." Bobby started looking up at the casino signs, trying to decide which one looked promising. "Hey, you're more than arm candy - you could be my set-up partner if we wanted to run nice elaborate card counting scams."
Lorna: "And what would my role be in that?" Lorna glanced around as well, figuring they might as well look for the shiniest one they could find.
Bobby: "Well... according to my dad, if you both know how to count, one of you plays for a while alone to get a feel for things, and keep count, then they signal their partner to come in too." He scratched at his nose nervously at sharing that bit of family info.
Lorna: "...Bill Drake counts cards?" Lorna felt sort of boggled at that piece of information.
Bobby: "Well, he did. How do you think I learned?" Bobby put on a sheepish grin. "Accountant." He tilted his head. "Accountant's kid."
Lorna: Lorna tried to work this new information with what she had previously thought Bill Drake was all about. "Well. I think we need to put this to good use. Do your father and my new in-law proud."
Bobby: "Oh, I think so too. Especially since I expect he never figured I'd do it, and I think his only motivation back then was to screw over those 'damn Italians running the crooked boats.'" A particularly glitzy facade caught his eye, and they had a buffet. "Hmmm."
Lorna: "Okay, that sounds more like your father." Lorna had to admit that as they slowed in front of the rather sparkly place. "Well, definitely looks good. I'm getting hungry to. What do you say we clean up and pig out?"
Bobby: "Sounds like a plan, Dee." Bobby moved ahead to open the door for her, only to have it swing open automatically. "Well..." He made the customary Star Trek door woosh and took her hand again. "That's gotta be a sign."
Lorna: "Everything's better with automatic doors." Lorna glanced in further into the hotel. "...and Elvis dealing blackjack."
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