I Get Carried Away.

John smiled softly, pecking Mike's cheek. "I was just checking us in, baby. Plus, the people here are nicer if you speak their language. Some of them are French... and I also know that language too." He said, tugging Mike into the elevator. They rode up to the top floor. They reached the doors of their penthouse, swiping the card and walking in.

Mike was amazing at the penthouse, it was so bug and nice. He had never stayed in anything quiet like this...
Amazing....

"You like?" John asked. Their luggage was already magically in the room. He took some of his bags, going to bring them in the huge extravagant bedroom.

Mike ran and jumped on the bed, groaning as his head hit the soft fluffy pillow.
"This is better than sex."

John gasped playfully and throw a pillow at Mike's crotch. "Then had sex with a pillow then." He pouted before going through his bag, looking for his razor. "Babe, should I shave or not? Creative wanted this stupid beard, not me. SH\hould I keep it? Or no?" He asked.

"I don't like the beard but whatever you want baby."
Mike loved John either way but really he couldnt not like that fuzzy beard.

"Ugh I hate it, I'm shaving." John said, grabbing his razor and shaving cream and going into the bathroom. When he finished he came out, sitting with Mike on the bed. "I feel free!" He cheered, kissing Mike on the lips. "So... we don't have anything to do... wanna go downstairs to the casino? Gamble a little?" He asked, putting on his best smile, hoping Mike would say yes.

Mike raised a brow at him but nodded, sitting up.
"I didnt know you liked to gamble."
Mike himself had never liked it too much because he always had bad luck and lost.

John smirked and kissed Mike's. "I do whenever I'm in Vegas. And don't worry, I'll be your good luck charm." He whispered in Mike's ear before getting up and changing into something more fancier. "Dress to impress. We're high rollers, baby." He said with a smirk before going into the bathroom, fixing his hair. John was a shark when it came to gambling...

Mike shook his head.
"What have I just gotten myself into?" He mumbled to himself, getting up and changing into a nice tuxedo, following John's lead. He fixed his hair and made sure he looked nice and fashionable.

John came out, smiling when he saw Mike. "Sexy. Now lets go." He said, putting his key card and wallet before pulling Mike out of the penthouse. Soon, they were making their way through the Venetian's extravagant casino. "You ever play Craps, baby?" He asked, smirking as he pulled him over tot he Craps table.

Mike nodded, looking the table over.
"But I suck at it so you might want to do this one." Craps was a game he totally bombed at, it was almost a sure thing he would lose.

John smirked. "Watch and learn, baby." He said. He placed his bet, putting up a dangerously high amount of cash. But that's how John did it in Vegas. He got carried away, and did it big. $200,000 dollars big. He turned and kissed Mike, and without looking, through the dice across the table. He pulled away, squealing when he landed on his bet. A 5 and a 2. As the game went on, the money got bigger, john's pile of chips got bigger, and the stakes got higher.

Mike was getting nervous, yes John was doing exceptionally good but...This was getting to be a little bit too much.
"Johnny baby, maybe its time to quit." Mike was careful, usually he would be egging John on but right now he was sensible.

John gave Mike a look. "Mike, baby, I can't quit now. I'm about to win 850,000 dollars. I can not quit now." He growled. John was very serious, and very focused when it came to gambling. He wouldn't quit till he won big.

Mike blinked at him, frowning deeply.
"Johnny please. I dont like this. Its getting to be too much I mean...If we lose it...."
They might not be able to pay for the wedding.

John smiled softly and kissed Mike passionately. "Trust me." He whispered before kissing Mike again and throwing the dice w/out looking. Everybody around the table gasped. When he looked, he almost cried. He had just won 850,000 dollars.

Mike blinked at him, his body swaying dangerously.
"Son of a bitch...."
There was no way...

John squealed, jumping up and down as dealer gave him his huge box of chips. "Baby! We just won 850 thousand fucking dollars! I told you I could do it!" He beamed at Mike, pressing his lips to Mike in a passionate and intense kiss. He couldn't believe it, but in a way he did. Mike wasn't the only one who knew how to do it big.

Mike blinked at him stupidly and nodded.
He couldnt believe it....
How in the hell had they gotten so lucky? Mike was never this lucky...

John chuckled, still beaming."If you wanna know the my secret..." He whispered in Mike's ear. "You're my good luck charm." He whispered, gently kissing behind Mike's ear. "Now lets go cash in." He said happily, grabbing the box and pulling Mike along as security escorted them to the cash in desk.. Because of the large amount of money, it was wired straight to their bank account. When all of that was done, he turned to Mike. "Wanna hit one more casino, or head in for the night?" He asked, lacing his fingers with Mike's as they walked.

Mike hummed, leaning his head on John's shoulder.
"Well baby I guess whatever you want to do. I don't care as long as I get to be with you while you do it." Mike thought there was no way in hell he was a good luck charm.

John smiled and kisses Mike's head. "The Bellagio!" He said happily and pulled Mike to the front desk. After a few minutes, John pulled Mike outside. "And the limo should be here right... about... now." He said, smiling when a huge limo/truck pulled up.

Mike shook his head, he was so out of place here and John knew everything. He would just have to follow his lovers lead. "Your used to all this gambling stuff, im not." He did not gamble he would say again.

"Oh baby. I have a feeling you'll get some luck tonight." John said with smirk and pulled Mike into the extravagant limo. "The driver is ours for the night. See, I know how to pamper you too." He said, kissing Mike's cheek, and handing him a glass of wine, and a glass of sparkling water for himself.