The Avengers get a Hangover
Going to Vegas after beating the tar out of Loki and is alien seemed like a good idea time, especially after finding out that half the team were Vegas virgins (and thus twice the fun). It seemed like even a better idea when they all discovered that having a Norse God with them meant that they hit jackpot after jackpot until five different casinos kicked them out. But hey, they were loaded and Tony Stark knew just where to take the team to really celebrate.
Overall, it was a pretty great night and by the third night club, Tony was convinced it was the best damned idea he’d had in awhile.
But then he woke up the next morning under a table in the largest suite at Caesar’s Palace, staring at the face of a very-much-alive-and-awake panther, and he was starting to at least think maybe he shouldn’t have dragged everyone out to that third nightclub.
I really need to stop writing these on my rp accounts.