VEGAS BABY

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Quinn was pretty overwhelmed at that point. There was so much going on in his head that that feeling settled over him. The one that's like a mix of vertigo and a regular case of "what the fuck." He could hear people yelling, talking, but it was like he was under water, the words muffled and alien. His hearing managed to snap into clarity to catch Taxi's accusation (not really, but that was Quinn logic for you) that he'd been the one cheating. Or something to that affect. It was clear that the dark-haired vampire wasn't thinking.

"What?" Sharp, heated. Green eyes narrowed and Quinn glowered darkly. " You think I could ever do that?" Totally ignoring the fact that he had accused Taxi of just that all but two seconds ago.

" I'm not the one who was in BED WITH ANOTHER GUY." It appeared that raising his voice at Taxi had dispelled his irrational anger. He knew he'd made a mistake. Throwing up his hands he shook his head.

"Whatever." Leave it to Quinn not to fess up when he was wrong. It took him a while to apologize and he definitely wasn't going to do so within earshot of Gabri. But Taxi was either going to get pissed even further or hurt. What if cried? Oh god, Quinn wouldn't be able to handle that. So.... maybe just this once. If he spoke softly. Or whispered. No one would have to know how whipped he was.

A sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat. " Sorry. Didn't mean to lose my temper." He spoke softly then looked up, fixing doleful emerald gaze onto the blond. "Missed you." Quinn chanced a small smile, more of a twitch at the corners of his lips, really.

Nope, not whipped at all.

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Gabri sat on the counter, thinking about how rude it was to ease-drop. It was most diffinatly not kind or conciderate to listen in on a conversation, especially this kind of conversation. But... well. It was just so easy, and they couldn't see him in the kitchen. (He thought, anyway) Plus, he would like to know if Taxi's-apparent-lover was still going to try and kill him.

But it was still not-nice.

The boy took off his hat and set it in his lap, thinking it over. He felt very guilty. The butterflies in his stomach were practicly biting him. Ok, guilt was a good punishment. Now to continue listening.

When the tempers and yelling mellowed out, he slid down and re-applied his cap. It didn't seem like he was going to be shot/bitten/decapitated/crushed/murdered or be killed. ...THEN AGAIN, it didn't seem like Taxi was going to rush forward and sink his nasty little teeth in his throat either. The wannbe reaper shifted his weight uneasily. Crap. Right, these people ate people like him. Well that was all fine and dandy; Taxi and Quinn could eat anyone they wanted. Provided that anyone wasn't him. He did feel awful about the misunderstanding though, what with him in the be.... him in the be......d... with ta.... tax.... oh forget it. Gabri felt bad. He couldn't go OUT though. Last time he went OUT they were attacked by a hooker and police and strange looking dogs with groping hands for noses. Rubbing the back of his neck, the Pole concidered, face scrunched in thought. Well, it was either risk getting captured or risk getting eaten.

Gabri snuck out the back fire escape, getting pretty good at this not-being-seen thing, and within a few minutes returned by the front door. That took alot of nerve, but he couldn't lug the random guy over his shoulder and climb up a rusty ladder all at once. Unfortinate-fellow had a nice head wound probably caused by something heavy, like a metal ax handle, and wouldn't be waking up any time soon. He re-entered the apartment (hoping to god he wouldn't walk in on another tramatising scene) and plopped him on the floor, looking apologetic. "Um, present for you. I am sorry for causing problems." The guy needed to die anyway. Anyone who had minature crows crawling out of their ears was not meant to stay alive for much longer.

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Taxi was going to go off on him, on how HE thought Taxi could do something like that. And that it wasn't just ANOTHER GUY, it was Gabri, who was not into men. And for all he knew, Quinn could have been, expect with someone who WAS into men.

Which ruffled his feathers. Greatly. But then he sighed, and his shoulders hung. And any anger dispelled from his cheery-self when a sorry graced his ears. And all was instantly forgiven with the small smile and the sweet words. Tippie-toes once more, although now not to give his words height, but to place a little kiss to the side of Quinns mouth where his lips moved upwards. Impossible to resist! Such a sweetheart, being all gruff and tough and then looking at him with those eyes. Could have melted. Not possible to stay mad.


"I missed you too." Voice was light, arms pulling around Quinn's neck. The vampire was surely about to do something quite lewd, having completely forgotten about his friend, but then he was once again reminded.

"AWW GABRI!" His lover-boyfriend-manmeat was released only after he quickly and rather stealthily grinded against his hips. Then he of course turned to the Pole perfectly innocently. "You shouldn't have!" How considerate, bringing a gift! And apologizing, even though it wasn't his fault. So nice.

But he was still lacking pants, and even though he didn't mind as he had a god damned hot body it was probably best to find some clothes. So he set about the room finding adequate clothing and yanking it on quickly.

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It was a relief to see the anger bleed away from Taxi's face. Really, the blonde had put up with a lost of nonsense when it came to Quinn. Even the ex-pilot was starting to realize that. He'd explain everything to Taxi later, when the time was right. For now Quinn was just glad to have the guy back. He didn't realize how much he'd missed Taxi until he was holding him in his arms again, arms circling around the German's form, pulling him close. Quinn savored the contact and intimacy for the brief moment it had lasted.

Gabri entered and Quinn's attention instantly darted to the Polish man. At first the vampire was wondering what the hell was going on. What was with the dead guy? Then Gabri explained it was a gift, Taxi got excited. Rather than clearing things up, the explanation caused Quinn to lift a brow looking from the unconscious man, to Gabri, and at last resting his scrutinizing gaze on Taxi.

The guy sure did know how to pick friends, didn't he? Quinn shouldn't be one to talk. After all, his brother was now a overgrown dog-thing. Quinn opened his mouth, floundering a bit to find something to say. He wanted to question the scene before him but decided that it was for the better if he didn't.

"Uh, thanks." He said, eyes dropping to the dude who was bleeding out the head. What was he supposed to do with the guy? He'd let Taxi handle the present. He had much more experience dealing with Gabri's antics than Quinn had.

Then a thought struck Quinn and he turned a narrowed, questioning look on Gabri.

" You dragged this guy through the hotel and into this room without alerting anyone?" If he had, Quinn would be impressed. But the vampire wasn't too convinced on Gabri's sanity at that point. Would the Pole even care if someone else had seen him? If not, then trouble was likely headed in their direction.

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"Yes." replied the boy, who looked at Quinn with a somewhat disbelieving expression- like he was surprised he asked the question. "Cameras are only in the lobby and the casinos, and the security guards are changing shifts. It's also late at night, so those on duty are tired and angry they're forced to work in the small hours of the morning. They know better then to take it out on the customers, so they'll either fight amongst themselves or be a distraction to other employees. Even if anyone stopped me in the halls, or took a glance- this is Las Vegas. It is not uncommon to see a person carry a drunk friend back to his room so he doesn't..." he paused, searching for the right phrase. "End up dead. If they notice the hole in his head, well, so. He's drunk and fell down like a hunk of lead."

Obviously, someone had an awful lot of time to pick out little details about this hotel. Too much time, really, even if he was known for being a careful guy. He couldn't really go out else he'd risk being caught, so what else was there to do? And the idea of being back in that cell and loaded with those prescriptions did not appeal. At all. He kept the souvenir on his wrist, but other then that Gabrjel wanted nothing to do with the Doctor and the late guard. Blown up down down down in a burning ring of fire, how funny, just like that song.

"I think.. I have more of a habit of being caught when I'm not actually doing anything. So when I am doing something I'm safe." The boy smiled weakly, but for a moment he almost darkened, even if the final part of his speech was said non-chalantly as he turned to head back to the kitchen. "Plus, I'd rather bring you dinner then stand as a substitute."

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Taxi yanked a pantleg on when Gabri started his little explanation, wiggling himself into the suits bottoms that had wrinkles from being on the floor. Good thing he wasn't wearing embarassing underwear. Where were the pink ones, anyways? Shirt-time was followed by his tie, and then the blonde hunted down his suits jacket and pulled it over his shoulders. There. Oh, shit, socks.

Okay, there. They were miss-matched, one was purple and the other was yellow but they were complimentary colours so he figured it was ok. By the time he weaseled his way into the violet toe-socks Gabri was finished and so was he. Suit-ably dressed. Taxi was so funny.

"See, Quinn? Don't doubt Gabri, he's a very experienced serial killer." Finger was wagged with a grin. The vampire wasn't surprised by his friends neurotic nature, checking out the hotel so thoroughly. He was a wierd fellow. But the gift was thoughtful and he appreciated it, even if it wasn't necessary because-

"Aww hell, Mausi, I said I was sorry about that!" Face turned to a frown. Was Gabri still going on about that? Geeze, it was so long ago, and he had said sorry, and regretted it hard. And saved his life. TWICE. Wasn't he forgiven already? Only a little nibble, and it hadn't even really hurt him.

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The way Quinn's eyebrows rose said it all -- the man was impressed. He'd pegged the Polish guy for an idiot and a wimp (probably due to the fact he'd assumed that Taxi and Gabri had a "thing," and that meant bad, unkind thoughts from him) but his first impression was quickly cut asunder. Still, Quinn wasn't ready to be friendly just yet. Hell, he never was. Gabri would have to settle for nonchalant with a side of 'I'm a jerk, get used to it.'

"Good. I don't think I'd be able to stomach any more drama tonight." As if to illustrate his point, Quinn pinched the bridge of his nose, clenching his eyes shut, giving him a short moment to process things. "Still, not the smartest thing to lug a bleeding guy around." Shit, he really couldn't help himself. It was just in his nature to be critical, to be mean. Quinn was very much aware of the fact that his behavior was unkind. Would he apologize? No.

Green eyes fell to Taxi and Quinn remained silent for a stretch. The German had tried to eat Gabri? Huh. And what the hell did "Mausi" mean? Whatever, he didn't want to think about it right then. There was too much he needed to worry about. Like his brother. Who he'd totally forgotten about during the recent events. Quinn nearly rolled his eyes and smacked his forehead. How could he forget? When Silas woke up he'd be in a strange room full of clutter, trash, porn magazines and a dead guy in the bathtub. Well, maybe the porn would keep him occupied.

"Taxi, we're leaving." Quinn said with a note of finality, sliding his eyes over to Gabri. The vampire said nothing more, made no invitation, just waited. Taxi would likely drag the Pole along with them, despite any protests. Quinn's silence spoke volumes on his thoughts on the matter, however.

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Busying himself with getting a drink of water, Gabri only looked over his shoulder when Taxi retorted. It wasn't like the Pole hadn't been greatful for all those things; his friend certainly redeemed himself in more then just one occasion. However, he wasn't ready to forget being over powered so easily and just left there to wait for what, he was sure, was going to be death. What else would someone think when they had a damn vampire hanging off their throat? Course it wasn't like that exactly, since Gabri wasn't dead and Taxi hadn't killed him. But still, the memory lingered.

"I know." he replied softly. "I was just saying, hi-.. Taxi." Saying 'hinny', he guessed, was a very bad idea right now. Not that it really meant anything anyway, but Quinn was awful scary and the though of provoking further wrath was unsettling. It was also slightly annoying that this muscle-head was doing more Judging then he was, but Gabri held his tongue and just gave a half smile, speaking as kindly as he could. "No I guess it isn't very smart. Sorry."

At the motion of them leaving, the boy didn't reply. Not that he didn't care, he just didn't want to get intwined in affairs that didn't concern him, especially when one party obviously didn't want his company. The weird grey and green eyes did glance back for a second, but nothing more then that, and he started washing dishes.

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This suuuuuucccckkkkked. Taxi stood, looking from the face of Quinn to Gabri. Quinn did not look like a happy camper. Not was he acting like one. Being a bit cruel, yes, but it was what he expected from the man. It was one of the things he liked about him. But he still wanted to see him happy rather than all disgruntled.

And Gabri, nice nice Gabri just looked like someone kicked him in the side or something. It was sad. He looked sad. His quiet little voice, the way he called him Taxi instead of hinny, and apologizing. Well, that last one was normal, but it was a different sort of sorry. Almost as though he was afraid of Quinn.

How..... un-good. They were supposed to be introduced and be friends instantly! Maybe it would take time. Well, that better be the answer because them not liking eachother was unacceptable. Quinn had to realize that Gabri was a really nice guy who wasn't sleeping with him (In a non-platonic way) and Gabri would have to be forced to see that even though Quinn was a dick he was... Erm. Well. HE understood the point he was making.

But as always, any worrisome thoughts didn't stay in his head for long. They were jostled and bullied out of his mind by excitement, toothy smile brimming over on his features. "Where're we goin'?" Nearly bouncing, heading for the door, like a dog waiting to go for a walk. Something was wrong. Where was Gabri? Brows furrowed untill he spotted his friend, "Gabri, why are you washing dishes, we're leaving!" Silly Pole.

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Quinn was to involved with himself to notice the fact that Gabri was intimidated by him. If he had noticed you could be sure that he'd find no small amount of joy from the boy's fear. In the ex-soldier's mind fear would translate into respect and that would be a good thing. Besides, he was still pretty damned iffy about the Polish boy. It made no sense that the meek, seemingly gentle guy was a killer. That's what probably made him so effective. Now it was Quinn's turn to feel a bit anxious, a bit off. He really didn't want Taxi being pals with a serial killer. Nevermind the fact they killed all the time to eat. That didn't count.

He growled and spun around, throwing the door open. Looked like Taxi was doing just as he predicted, inviting the kid along. That was likely going to complicate things, considering Silas was still a bit unstable. Or at least that's what Quinn thought. He couldn't really remember how his brother acted all those years ago. He was kind of manic, maybe he had OCD.

" Let's fucking go, please." The pleasantry was struck meaningless by the way Quinn said it, as if it were a chore, as if he was doing them a favor by saying "please." He didn't wait for a reply and instead disappeared out the door, grumbling under his breath.

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Sometimes the annoying little voice that squaked 'this is a really bad idea' deserved an ear. Sometimes that annoying little voice actually had valuable advice that could possibly save alot of headaches later. Heck, the darn thing might even save a life. But that little voice had absolutely nothing on Taxi's silly question and Quinn's demanding bark (that scared him out of his wits). Gabri mummbled something that might have been 'yessir' before high tailing it after them. He spared a small glance over his shoulder at the forgotten 'gift' and decided against chopping his head off. Guess that one would have to live to see another day. Bummer. The four earred cat sitting atop the man didn't seem to approve of the decision, but the boy was out the door to quickly to notice or care.


Gabri trailed behind them, which must have looked a little funny since he was taller then both of them. The idea that he was taller destressed him, so the Pole was walking in a very uncharacteristic slotch to try and look shorter. The posture was rediculous looking, but a little black birdie of death happened to whisper to him that Quinn might chop off some of his legs if he noticed the height difference.

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Taxi was pleased they were finally on the road, walking along, like a happy group. Well. Still not so happy. But the sound of his heels against the cement were improving HIS mood, atleast. Walking with a gleeful bounce in his step, steps away from snatching Quinns had or climbing onto his shoulders to be taller than Gabri when something caught his attention.

Do you know what it sounds like when a bug hits the windshield? Well. Taxi did. Because it's the noise he made when his body hit the window of a shop. Now why, why did Taxi go splat against glass? Why was his nose pressed up against it and his eyes wide, nearly salivating? The reason was this.

Behind that clear surface which was surely meant to gaurd it's contents from beasts like Taxi Teufel Ungeheuer was a guitar. Not just any guitar. It was a ridiculously expensive instrument, painted in a trippy psychedelic purple. But to him its beauty was unparalled in the world of guitars, being so finely made, with utterly gorgeous craftsmanship.

Head turned on his neck to cast a look over his shoulder at Quinn. Big green eyes, hands on the surface as though he desperately wanted to clutch its neck, a bit of a whimper in his throat. Words were soft and pleading, "I need it." And a bit of a glance was given to Gabri as well, unable to restrain his greedy spoiled nature.

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Quinn had yet to notice the height difference between him and Gabri. Well, to be fair, he had, he just didn't register it just yet. He was too busy being upset, anxious, and a jerk. People didn't give jerks enough credit, it took a lot out of a person to be that mean and that inconsiderate all the goddamn time. Probably not, but Quinn just wanted to justify his abrasive attitude. Justification? That meant he likely felt guilty for his behavior somewhere deep inside, on a subconscious level. Maybe that guilt would manifest into his becoming a little nice towards the Pole. It wasn't entirely likely, but only time would tell.

At present Quinn was lost in his thoughts, wondering if he should stop by and get Silas something to eat. The last time that happened he ended up wearing the food, so maybe not. Silas had been quite disgruntled that his own brother didn't remember he was lactose intolerant. How the fuck was Quinn supposed to keep track of that? He couldn't even remember Silas' (or his own for that matter) birth date. Not that it mattered. Birthdays didn't mean shit when you were immortal. That made him wonder if werewolves were actually immortal or just had prolonged life. His knowledge of the occult was lacking.

The vampire was torn mercilessly from his circuitous thoughts by the sound of Taxi colliding into the store window. He stopped walking and abruptly turned around, trying to figure out what the goddamned holdup was. Quinn shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently.

" Taxi, the store's closed. We'll get it later." Quinn offered but could already predict what the blonde would say. But what if it's GONE when we get back. Something along those lines. But what was he supposed to do? The store was locked up (or appeared to be). It was a god-forsaken late hour of the night, after all. Then it dawned on him.

" You can't actually be suggesting we break in and steal it?"

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Gabri was getting a little distracted on account of a tag along that insisted on following him. He noticed it maybe two minutes ago, and while he tried so veryvery hard to ignore it he was never good at lying (which included pretending things weren't there). Behind him lumbered a large, rather fat black cat with a splash of white across his chest. It's large yellow eyes shone too bright in the dark, but they held less threatening means then the four earred beast Azrael often sent to spy. He (Gabri thought the cat seemed male) trotted after the Pole as if running required too much effort, his belly jiggling this way and that. When the boy tried to shoo him away, the feline would only grin in delight and twitch his ears. Kicking animals was very mean (even if this animal only existed inside his head) and was completely out of the question. Just a cat! Nothing strange about it... other then it seemed to like him. Alot. Darnet, he hated cats.

He was SO busy trying to find a humaine way to berid of his new fluffy friend that he didn't notice Taxi slap against the window, and only the 'whack' noise caused him to shift his attention. Blinking, looking lost, confused and surprised, Gabri stopped maybe 6 feet from Quinn and watched nervously. Well, that was a nice guitar. That was a nice, expensice guitar. That was nice, expensive, locked up guitar. In a closed shop. Being the innocent soul he was, it didn't dawn on him until meat-head (that's not a very nice thing to say about someone, but he was pretty sure Quinn couldn't read minds) suggested the unsuggestable.

STEAL!? That was.... was... not... well, not nice! At all! It was down right mean spirited! He bit his bottom lip. "Um, hinny I can just get it for you tomorrow? When it's opened? And legal to go in? Without the stealing part?" Bummer he had exactly two dollars and tweenty-two cents in his pocket, but he looked hopefull and pleading.

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Assess the situation. Stealing was the only way he was getting this guitar, as even if they came back when the store was open he had zero money and highly doubted either of their wallets were impressive enough to coax the guitar out of the store. This not having an unlimited well of cash thing SUCKED. More analysis. Gabri was a wuss. There was no way he was breaking glass and stealing.

But Quinn? This came as a surprise. His Quinn, gruff, tough, big, strong, muscular, so so very manly- Oh. There, there it was, a stroke of utter brilliance. The blondes body turned, attention directed towards the other vampire. No chance of Gabri giving in, too nice of a guy, probably hadn't stolen anything in his short little life.

"Come on," His slim body manouvered itself to that of the larger mans side, drawing his arms around him and nudging his groin up against his hip. "It's just one little window, no big deal. Please?" But the insinuation was there, and what went unspoken was said far louder than his actual begging words. You're not afraid to, are you?