While she set about getting their food organized, he got up from the floor and moved to refresh their drinks. The vodka was starting to set in and it was leaving a nice, fuzzy feeling in his peripherals, so he figured there was no reason to abandon that particular train while it was going well.

"Vegas, huh?" he said, giving her a glass he had freshly topped with ice and a bit more vodka. "I haven't been there in awhile. Is it actually Vegas or some weird Other Vegas where Elvis is alive and well? If it's real Vegas you'll need proper sunscreen for that, too."