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High Rolling	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1520 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“High Rolling”
Chapter 2

“The letter did say just the weekend, didn't it?” Duo questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, it did,” Hilde replied with a frown. “Why? You're not planning your escape already, are you? We haven't even left LA yet.”
“No, no,” Duo replied and waved his hand in the direction of Hilde's luggage. “If you've just packed for a weekend away I dread to think what you'd take for a week or more.”
“Duo!” Hilde hissed. “It's not that much and I need to be prepared for anything.” She glanced over the two suitcases she had sitting at her feet and back to the small bag Duo had. “Okay, maybe I could have gotten away with one, but you never know what the weather is going to do, or who we could possibly run into.”
“Hilde, it's Nevada, the middle of the desert. I don't think it's going to suddenly hit freezing.”
“I know that, but it does rain there too,” she defended and grabbed the two handles to push her cases along a bit in the queue they were currently standing in to check in.
Duo snickered. “I'll be very surprised if it does rain this weekend. In any case, we'll probably be inside for most of the time. Air-conditioning is a wonderful thing.”
“There's always the pool.”
“Hope you packed the sunscreen then.”
“Of course.”
“Next please.” Looking up, Duo realized they were now at the head of the queue and a bored looking check in clerk was staring at them.
Hilde pushed her bags forward, Duo right behind her and fronted the counter.
“Tickets please.”
Hilde handed over the E tickets that Mr. Winner had e-mailed through to her and waited. Duo lifted the suitcases onto the scales.
The woman behind the counter looked at the tickets, reading the information on them. Her eyes widened a touch as she looked up at Duo who gave her a smile. “Ah, Mr. Maxwell, so nice to have you flying with us. Are these all the bags you have with you?”
“Um, yes. That one is mine, those two are my secretary's,” Duo replied.
The woman gave Hilde a dismissive glance before turning her attention back to Duo and smiling widely. “I'll have these checked through in just a second.” She pulled a couple of tags from the machine and slipped them around the handles of the three cases. Duo's she gently pushed ahead and onto the larger conveyor belt; Hilde's bags she shoved along, one falling over as it hit the belt.
Hilde growled softly, the woman completely ignoring her.
“Here are your boarding passes. The plane leaves from Gate 42. Boarding will commence in forty-five minutes. Enjoy your flight.”
“Thank you,” Hilde snapped and snatched the boarding passes from the woman's hand. Looking at Duo, she linked her arm through his and smiled sweetly. “Come on, Duo, we still need to go through security and we don't want to miss our flight.”
Duo just nodded, a little in shock from Hilde's snarkiness. “Thank you,” he managed to get out to the check in woman as he was dragged away by his secretary.
Once they were away from the check in counters, Hilde slowed her walk and let go of Duo's arm.
“What was all that about?' Duo questioned when he was released.
“I didn't like the way she was treating you,” Hilde replied.
“I thought she was being very polite,” Duo teased.
“She's a vulture, flirting with you like that and completely ignoring me as if I was something that had crawled out from under a rock,” Hilde growled.
“I do believe you're jealous.” Duo couldn't help but tease her. He was well aware that the woman had been flirting with him, it tended to happen quite a lot, but this was the first time he'd seen Hilde get so annoyed about it.
“I'm not jealous,” Hilde huffed. “I'm just trying to look out for you. It's what friends do for each other.” She stopped and joined yet another queue; this one for the security check.
“I thought it was the male that's supposed to defend the female's honor and all that other crap,” Duo continued to tease as they shuffled along in the line.
Hilde rolled her eyes. “You've been locked up in that office of yours for too long, Duo. Welcome to the twenty-first century, women's lib, the age of equality and all that other stuff.”
Duo snickered. “Age of equality, huh?” Hilde nodded. “In that case, you can carry your own bags when we get to Vegas.”
“I didn't say that chivalry was dead.”
“No, but you might as well have with all that equality and women's lib stuff.”
“You know something?”
Duo raised an eyebrow in question. “No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyway.”
“This weekend away is going to be good for you. It will bring you back into the real world, relax you and refresh your mind and body.”
“Now you're starting to sound like one of those adverts for a health spa. There's nothing wrong with my mind – or my body that I'm aware of.”
“Duo?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
* * *
“Trowa! Shut that thing off and hurry up, the plane lands in another fifteen minutes and we don't want to be late,” Quatre chastised.
“Just give me another minute, I'm almost at the save point,” Trowa replied, his concentration never wavering from the screen.
“No! We don't have time for that.” Quatre strode over to the computer, pushed his lover aside and hit the pause button.
“Hey! I was playing that,” Trowa protested.
“I don't care. You can continue with it later, now come on.” Quatre turned on his heel and aimed for the door.
“I've only got another two levels to go and I've finished the game,” Trowa muttered from behind the blonde. “Why do I have to come with you anyway?” He shut the door to their suite behind them and followed his lover along the hallway to the elevators.
“Because you're my partner and general manager. It's polite to have both the owner and the general manager meet our guests; especially as we've invited them here for the weekend,” Quatre replied and stepped into the elevator, stabbing the button for the ground floor.
Trowa sighed. “But we don't usually greet our guests.”
“I know we don't usually, but these are special guests,” Quatre huffed.
“You mean ones with lots of money – money you hope they will spend in the casino,” Trowa snickered.
“Well, there is that too, but considering it was your idea to invite Mr. Maxwell and his guest for the weekend then it's only fair that you accompany me to meet them at the airport and stop playing that silly computer game.”
“In case it passed under your radar, that silly computer game I've been playing happens to be one of Mr. Maxwell's.”
Quatre raised an eyebrow.
“Contrary to belief, the entire reason for my playing the game is purely for research, to try and get an insight into what our Mr. Maxwell's mind works like. That way I can introduce him to gaming tables that would appeal to him and entice him to part with some of that cash he's been raking in.” Trowa gave his partner a smug look.
“I guess there's hope for you yet,” Quatre muttered.
The elevator came to a smooth stop and both men exited. The elevator was a private one, reserved for the high flyers that stayed in the suites and penthouses of the hotel. Moving quickly through the small foyer area, the pair rounded the corner to where the lobby sat to their right and the casino to their left. Quatre strode to the lobby and approached the concierge desk.
“Mr. Winner,” the concierge greeted.
“Could you please have Rashid bring the limo around to the front, we have guests to meet at the airport,” Quatre instructed.
“Right away, sir.” The concierge picked up a phone and passed on the message, Quatre and Trowa made their way to the large, glass doors that led to the sweeping driveway out front of the hotel.
Moments later a black limousine pulled up, the doorman stepping forward and opening the door. “Thank you,” Quatre said as he got inside, Trowa right behind him. “The airport, Rashid. Terminal one, please.”
“Yes, sir,” came the quiet reply and the limo moved smoothly forward and out into the main stream traffic of the Las Vegas strip.
* * *
“Now that's what I call traveling in style,” Hilde stated as they walked along the airbridge that would take them into the terminal and baggage claim. Duo quirked an eyebrow. “Beats the hell out of traveling cattle class. Give me first class any day.”
“Hilde, you've never been on a plane before so how would you know?” Duo asked, the amusement clear in his tone.
“I've watched the adverts on telly, plus I've heard the stories from my friends,” Hilde responded. “The seats are so much larger, lots of leg room and you actually get real food.”
“It was just cheese and crackers. The flight only lasted fifty minutes!”
“Ah, but it came on an actual plate and not in plastic wrap, plus there were several cheeses and different crackers; nothing like the crappy cheddar and stale crackers the other poor minions get.”
“Geeze, one trip on an aircraft and you're a travel guru,” Duo muttered.
Hilde chose to ignore him and focused on where they were going. Her eyes were constantly moving, looking from side to side as they walked along with the rest of the passengers. “Hey, Duo. Take a look.” Hilde nudged her boss and inclined her head to the right. Several rows of slot machines stood to the side, lights flashing and various sounds coming from them. A few people were scattered about feeding money into the bottomless pit called the note slot.
“I can't believe they actually have those machines in the airport terminal,” Hilde stated, her eyes wide.
“Well, this is Vegas,” Duo snorted. “Better get used to it, there's casinos, slots and all forms of gambling everywhere you go and look.”
“Since when did you become an expert on all things Vegas?” Hilde asked.
“Since the day you decided we would accept this invitation.” The look on Hilde's face deepened into a confused frown. “I did some research,” Duo explained. Seeing the confusion increasing on Hilde's face, Duo elaborated further. “It's called googling in case you didn't know.”
“Duo!” Hilde gave his arm a friendly swat. “I know what Google is.”
Duo gave her an unrepentant grin. “Baggage carousel at two o'clock,” he said helpfully.
Shaking her head, Hilde changed direction slightly and arrived at the baggage carousel that had just started to groan and shudder into life.
Having traveled first class, their bags were amongst the first few to hit the aged, rubber conveyor belt. Despite the women's lib and equality jibes from earlier, Duo played the part of gentleman and lifted their bags off to set them on a luggage trolley that Hilde had fetched.
“Now what?' Hilde asked, looking around.
“Now we aim for the main entry-come-exit point, I'm sure we will find whomever is here to pick us up waiting around there somewhere.” Duo began to push the trolley forward, Hilde following beside him. They followed the signs pointing to the exit point, taxi rank and general car park. Up ahead they could see several doors leading to the outside and a small crowd of people.
Drawing closer to the crowd Duo noted several of them were dressed in chauffeur's attire or similar and holding up cards with people's names on them or names of various hotels. Scanning his eyes over the assembled group, his eyes fell on a tall man slightly to the left and rear of the main body of people. He held up a sign that clearly said 'Maxwell'.
“I think that's our lift just there,” Duo said to Hilde and turned the luggage trolley slightly to aim for the tall man.
*
“That's him,” Trowa said to his blonde partner.
“Where?” Quatre asked. Being smaller in height than Trowa, he was finding it difficult to see over or through the crowd of assembled people.
“The man pushing the trolley with the dark haired woman next to him.”
Quatre stood on his tip toes and managed to peer between heads to see who Trowa was talking about. “Are you sure that's a man? There's what looks like a lot of hair on that head.”
Trowa nodded. “I'm sure. His picture has been in the papers and the gaming magazines. I'd recognize him anywhere with that signature braid of hair.” Trowa glanced down at his partner who was giving him a curious look. “Like I told you before, research.”
Before Quatre could formulate an appropriate reply. Trowa moved forward and smiled at the long haired man. “Mr. Maxwell?” he said and offered his hand. “Welcome to Las Vegas.”
Duo brought the trolley to a stop and shook the offered hand. “Thank you, Mr?”
“Barton. Trowa Barton. I'm the general manager of the Bellagio Hotel Resort and Casino.”
“It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Barton; and please, call me Duo.”
“It's good to meet you too, Duo. You must call me Trowa. This is Mr. Quatre Winner, the owner of the Bellagio Hotel,” Trowa introduced and stepped to the side so Quatre could move forward and shake hands.
Turning to look at the blonde man before him, Duo could only think how young the man looked. Too young to be the owner of a multi million dollar business. But then looks could also be deceiving. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Winner and thank you for inviting us here for the weekend.”
“It's my pleasure and privilege to have you here. Thank you for coming,” Quatre replied and firmly shook hands. He could feel himself warming to this young man. “And whom might this lovely lady be?” Quatre asked, turning his attention to Hilde who blushed at the words.
“Ah, I'm Hilde Schbeiker, Duo's secretary, assistant and best friend,” Hilde introduced herself, blushing further when Quatre raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
“Welcome to Las Vegas, I hope you enjoy our city and all our hotel has to offer,” Quatre stated simply as he released Hilde's hand.
Duo snickered to himself as he watched Hilde's reaction, noting the woman moved a little closer to him once the blonde had released her hand.
“I'm sure you must be a little tired after your trip. If you will follow me, our car is out front,” Trowa said quietly and moved to take the luggage trolley from Duo.
Allowing Trowa to take over the luggage, Duo followed the tall man outside, Hilde following just behind him with Quatre at her side.
“Is it always this hot?” Hilde asked as they walked a short way to where a limousine awaited. Her eyes widened a touch when she noted that this was their transport.
“Actually, it's starting to cool off a little now, but yes, during the day it's usually very warm,” Quatre replied.
A large man stepped out and opened the door to the limo, waiting patiently whilst all four people got in. Once he'd closed the door he dealt swiftly with the bags and then returned to the driver's seat. Moments later they were driving off from the airport and on their way to the hotel.
Duo couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in the back of the limo. He wasn't used to such opulence. Despite the money he'd made, he still drove himself around in a modest sedan. The car was comfortable, ran well and was economical to boot so Duo couldn't see any reason for him to get a new one. He did have to admit though, the limo was very classy – and air-conditioned.
As they drove Trowa and Quatre gave them both a brief run down on the city of Las Vegas, giving the pair a bit of an insight into what they could expect from the place. The limo turned down the main street of Las Vegas and the pair got their first look at the world famous 'strip'.
“It's not quite dark yet, but later on all the strip lights up,” Trowa explained. “It's something really worth seeing.”
“Are all of these hotels?” Hilde asked, her head on a swivel as she looked from side to side out the window.
“Yes, most of them are with some shops and attractions scattered between them. Most hotels not only go 'up' but they also cover several blocks in themselves,” Quatre stated.
“They have shows and theater and things like that too so I've heard,” Hilde continued.
“Yes, they do. There's several shows currently running. There is a list of those in one of the brochures in the welcome booklet in your suite. “
Duo had been listening with half an ear as they drove, most of his attention was focused out the window at the passing landscape. As they drove along the strip, his eyes suddenly spotted a large billboard advertisement and he blinked. He scanned the full length of the billboard, eyes appreciating the picture displayed and barely caught the tail end of Hilde and Quatre's conversation.
“Would it be possible to see that show?” he asked, interrupting the pair.
“Which show?” Trowa questioned.
“That one.” Duo pointed to the billboard that they were now passing.
Hilde spotted the billboard and grinned to herself. “I wouldn't mind seeing that either if he's any indication of the cast.”
On the side of the New York, New York hotel the billboard in question clearly stated: 'Cirque Du Soleil – Zumanity' and underneath was a picture of a dark haired man with red highlights wearing a pair of black, leather pants, boots and gloves. His chest was bare and he was holding onto a chain attached to a large pole.
“Ah, an excellent choice of show,” Quatre smiled. “I'm sure we will be able to get tickets for you.”
“Thank you,” Duo replied and sat back in his seat.
Hilde and Quatre continued to converse, Duo letting it all wash over him as he thought about the man in the picture.
~ * ~
tbc...

AN: To take a look at the billboard Duo would have seen advertising the show Zumanity please click on this link: http://www.gundam-wing-diaries.foreverfandom.net/gw/Zumanity.htm
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