What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?
Well, that is what Christopher Cryptic, famous movie, television, and stage actor through as he would stroll casually through the V.I.P. backdoor of the Bellagio hotel in Las Vegas. However, the paparazzi had made themselves very apparent, even this late in the day. He would stop and smile for a few photos, he would never hate seeing the photos of himself in the magazines. Was he attention whore? Maybe... Did he like being paid all kinds of attention anyway? Oh, hell yeah...
He looked over at the door, which was being held open for him by his manager, Gary, who accompanied him on this last minute trip. He smiled as he walked through, clapping Gary on the shoulder as he did, "The Vegas strip is lovely this time of the year," he said with a smile, "However, the light bulbs are still flashing in my eyes."
"If you would just walk into the building instead of posing for those jerk offs," Gary said with a scowl, "We could get on with this trip..."
"What's the rush?" Christopher would ask as he smiled over, "What happens here, stays here, right?"
Christopher and Gary would follow a manager who was put on duty for him, moving him to a special area of the bar reserved for VIPs, making sure they were hidden off from the actual bar, "Give me an Adios Motherfucker, please," Christopher would smile as he walked forward into the closed off area, "Also, open a tab on my room and keep em coming. I don't want an empty glass in this hand..."
However, he would see someone sitting outside of the VIP area near the bar... A stunning redhead who seemed to be sipping on her drink, "Holy shit... Can I order that as well?"