Las Vegas, Monday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

The summer semester was over and Isabel had a few days of down before the fall semester began. It was hard to believe she only had two more semesters until she graduated. She had a feeling the time was going to go by quickly. That thought might be why she was perusing want ads although maybe she should be considering positions in San Francisco in the future.

Last week's Project Runway was playing on the TV and job searching was on the verge of losing out to Farmville. Isabel had priorities after all.

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At least the demon goo didn't smell. This time.

"One of the bartenders has moved on to Tryst at the Wynn. She said she could get us on the guest list one night if I was interested." Which Isabel most certainly was since it was one of the more exclusive clubs on the Strip.

[blessed_twice]

"I definitely think they won't let me in looking like this," Wyatt said, glancing down at himself. "Unless slime is the latest fashion in Vegas."

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"No, I don't think denim and demon goo are on the approved dress code. I think you should wear those slacks that fit you so well," Isabel grinned, sliding her hand over his hips to emphasize her point. "A nice shirt. Maybe a jacket. It'll make it fun to undress you later on."

[blessed_twice]

"Do I have to wear a tie?" Wyatt whined whined.

Though the though of the undressing was making the idea very worth it.

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"Maybe? At least for a little while?" There were puppy eyes pointing in Wyatt's direction. Sad, sad, puppy eyes. "You're not the only one that'll be wearing something uncomfortable. I'll be wearing my heels. You know the ones that almost make me as tall as you? They look good but they're not the most comfortable."

[blessed_twice]

Not the eyes, not the eyes!

Then again, the heels meant he thought he was getting the better part of the deal.

"OK," he said. "For those heels you get a tie." And pretty much anything else she wanted, not that he was going to out right say that.

As if she didn't know already.

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The heels did do very nice things to her legs. Something she was sure Wyatt would appreciate. And the right color tie would do wonderful things for his eyes. Gee they were both winners.

"Awesome. I'll have her put us on the list for Friday." Since Saturday would be damn near impossible. "But in the meantime, you...okay, we should get cleaned up. Then I need your help deciding something."

[blessed_twice]

"Deciding what?" Wyatt asked, gingerly peeling off his jacket. At least he was trying not to get more demon guts all over the carpet.

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"Future employment for one," she replied, doing her best to aid in the removal of said jacket. Alien-fu made it easy enough to clean up goo, but it didn't mean Isabel wanted to do more then she had to. "Post-graduation plans for another."

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt was all about abusing the alien foo to deal with the demon guts. And he wasn't ashamed to admit it.

"I vote for a post-graduation vacation," he said. "Where are you looking for jobs?"

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Since Isabel regularly took advantage of orbing travel, they were even. Funny how that all worked out.

"Vacation is good. It'll be nice to go away without worrying about papers or studying for a change, Isabel agreed. Which didn't really answer the question of where she was looking did it.

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"Anywhere you want," Wyatt grinned. "You deserve it for all your hard work."

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"And you've just been taking it easy the last few years? I think we both deserve it."

With one last tug, the goo covered jacket was removed and TK'd over to the tile floor in the kitchenette. Fortunately it seemed to have protected Wyatt's shirt enough that Isabel was able to slide her arms around his waist without worrying about too much goo.

"Would you be mad if I said I might want to spend another here in Vegas?" she said quietly.

[blessed_twice]

"You have a good job offer here?" Wyatt asked, slipping his arms around her as well. "Or are you having a tawdry affair with a Vegas showgirl and you're not ready to leave her?"

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"He's a cabana boy at the Hard Rock," Isabel teased, relieved that Wyatt didn't seem too upset at the thought of a delay in her moving to San Francisco. "But seriously, there's a position at the hotel. It's a few steps up from my glorified gopher role but it would definitely be good for my resume."

[blessed_twice]

"Can't argue with that," Wyatt said. "Well, I could. I'd love to be able to see you every day and wake up with you every morning."

A beat.

"Minus the cabana boy."

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"He's gone. I was getting sick of the smell of sunscreen."

She sighed, because the picture he painted was a tempting one. "I want that to, believe me. Which is why I'm not jumping for joy over this job despite how perfect it would be for me."

[blessed_twice]

"Well, I could orb you to work every morning," Wyatt suggested. Though if he ended up unexpectedly fighting demons, she'd have a hard time calling in to work.

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"In theory that could work. Until you were out in the midst of hunting down and demon when I needed to get out back here." Damn finding the obvious flaws in the plan. "Somehow 'Gee Mr. Demon, can you hold on with the chaos for ten minutes? I need to orb my girlfriend to work,' just doesn't seem like it'll work."

"Dammit."