AU SHENANIGANS WITH IV

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VIVA LAS VEGAS

[murimurimuri]

[It's been a good trip to Vegas thus far. Shows booked in hotels means free hotel rooms, and free is the best-priced hotel room. Simon flops backwards onto a bed and beckons for a monkey to bring him the menu that sits by the phone rather than just reaching out an grabbing the thing.]

Hey, did you ask them about comping us room service?

[fandisservice]

Who is it you think you're talking to? Of course I fucking did.

[ Former rich-kid sure as hell wants access to that sweet-ass room service. ]

[murimurimuri]

That's my IV. What do you want? I'll put in an order.

[Already picking up the phone, hope you can decide quickly.]

[fandisservice]

Why don't we try an order of the Surf and Turf? If they're paying for the privilege of our show in their hotel, they'd better be ready to pay it through the nose.

[ The literal most expensive thing on the menu, of course. ]

[murimurimuri]

You got it~

[Orders a couple of surf and turfs and some fruit and vegetables for the monkey.]

Tomorrow let's call out for a massage.

[fandisservice]

Do we have any plans that are going to require an application of magic-fingers later or just feeling extravagant?

[ Stretching and taking off his coat to hang it up before taking a seat on the desk. ]

[murimurimuri]

Not to kill the mood, but I'm honestly sore from doing stunts.

[fandisservice]

You're the brains of this outfit, not the brawn. But certainly, if the plan for tonight is nothing but R&R, who am I to complain?

[murimurimuri]

I like doing stunts...

[Rolling to the edge of the bed so that he can reach the minibar without actually getting up.]

[fandisservice]

As it suits you. Can you imagine me as the lovely assistant?

[ Sits up on the desk, searching the drawer below him for the remote. time to see if the TV has any horror movies on. ]

[murimurimuri]

Sure I can. We'd get you some high heels, maybe a sequinned red dress~

[Which is not at all what he wears, but shh. Also, taking a swig straight from the mini whiskey bottle.]

[fandisservice]

Charming. I'll be sure to let the stage manager know you have a suggestion on giving the audience better fanservice.

[ so far, no horror movies on. lets the station idle on celebrity gossip while he consults the tv guide. ]

[murimurimuri]

Heh heh, look at that. They've really let themselves go.

[Whoops, Simon likes celebrity gossip TV.]

[fandisservice]

[ IV pauses to tilt his head backwards-- discovers that actually paying attention to the screen from that angle is nigh-impossible- and gets up to watch from slightly further back. His head is probably blocking the screen. ]

Wow, what a joke! Washed up already? I can't think of a more boring way to flush a career. At least go out with a fucking bang.

[ He says this while not really having any context for who that was before any of this, but hey, he's always game for shit talk.

Still looking for horror movies though in the guide. ]

[murimurimuri]

[Suspect IV might not know, but isn't going to call him out on it.]

Is that how you'd like to go out?

[fandisservice]

With the press swarming my corpse, and eulogizing for decades? Certainly, if I have to go. Death isn't on my to-do list.

[murimurimuri]

I don't care what the world thinks of me after I'm dead. But I do hope I can take others down with me.

[fandisservice]

All work and no play makes Johnny a dull boy. But if you're to leave me the spotlight, I'll gladly hog all the glory.

[murimurimuri]

You can have it. Just because I like to perform doesn't mean I care one whit about the audience.

[fandisservice]

You're missing out. You know what's better than applause? The audience's gasps, or if they're moved to fucking tears. You've got all those people in the palm of your hand!

[murimurimuri]

Other people are tedious. You're the only one I have any interest in.

[fandisservice]

[ !!!

pleased as fuck ]

Aah, and there's the flattery! You certainly realize why it is I keep you around.

[ He says, despite being the one that calls zero shots here. ]

WHOOPS, MURDER

[court_chesster]

[The show went well! Encore, encore. Time to head back to the green room and pig out on snacks. Simon arrives first, and so he's the one to find the assassin in waiting. The fight is brief and Simon doesn't get more than one or two shallow injuries before knocking his would-be killer out cold with a wine bottle.]

[fandisservice]

[ IV arrives later-- caught up with some fan or another that wanted his signature and he graciously gave up some of his time to scribble it out for them. So the fight is done when he walks in to Simon's injuries, the knocked out man.

IV puts his heel down on the man's chest— holding him there while he checks him over for weapons. ]

What the fuck happened here?

[court_chesster]

Assassin.

[ With that as his explanation, he double-taps the unconscious man's head with his bottle. If this guy is still alive, he probably won't be for long.]

[fandisservice]

You could leave this shit to me and my fun, unless you think there's more fucks lurking about the place.

[ Despite the sulky comment, IV has turned to sweep the area visually: possible points of entry, dangers, looking down the hall to see how fucking long it is before someone recognizes the sound of gunshots and realizes it wasn't part of any show. ]

[court_chesster]

What was I supposed to do? Ask him to wait for you to show up? Why haven't you secured the perimeter already?

[ He's snapping, but the stress is obvious in his voice, and his eyes flit around nervously.]