vigorli

Author: Lara

Rating: PG to NC17

Disclaimer: This is AU fiction, based upon a fictional movie. It's all made up.

THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS

Two

Viggo looked at Sean for a long moment. “I don’t think we should talk here.”

Sean looked around the almost empty restaurant, but he understood. Viggo was wary. He always had been. That’s what made him the best. “I have to stay here until at least seven. Do you have a place to stay?”

“Of course. You think I’ve been bumming around Vegas since I’m out?”

“I guess not,” Sean said with a laugh. “Meet me at the Four Kings at nine. The bar by the dollar slots on the third floor. That good for you?”

“Whatever’s good for you.” Viggo drained the rest of his wine, then stood. “Thanks for dinner, Beanie.”

“No problem.”

Viggo was sitting at the bar, nursing a Danish beer when Sean arrived. He took the seat next to Viggo, ordering a Guinness. Viggo stared at him in the window behind the bar. “I’m looking to increase my bank account.”

“Okay.”

“I need your help, and the help of a few other people.”

Sean nodded to the bartender as his beer arrived. He took a sip, playing with his coaster. “Looking to permanently borrow some, are you?”

Viggo nodded. “I’d say so.”

“Mind if I ask what’s in it for me?”

“About ten million dollars.”

Sean stared at his drink. He stared at his coaster. He stared at the shiny bottles behind the bottle. He finally turned to stare at Viggo. “You’re bloody crazy. Where in the hell are you…” Sean paused. “You’re gonna rob a casino. Wait, lemme rephrase. You’re gonna TRY to rob a casino?”

“No.” Viggo finished his beer. “I’m going to rob three.”

Sean actually felt faint. “Three…casinos. And which three are they?”

“The Desert Royale, The Queen of Hearts, and the Oasis.”

Sean stared at him again. “And I am to assume you picked those at random?”

“Sure.” Viggo didn’t meet Sean’s eyes.

“Those casinos belong to Karl Urban. He’s the meanest sonofabitch in the country. What did he ever do to you?”

“Nothing. I just…I feel bad about what he did to Ian.”

“You heard about that?”

“Bought the damn thing out from under him, just to tear it down to build a water park.”

“He’s an entrepreneur.”

“He’s a dickhead.” Viggo finally looked at Sean. “I want the money. I want HIS money. And I want you to help me.”

Sean sighed. “Okay.”

They moved to a corner booth, away from the rest of the dining room. “The way I see it,” Sean said thoughtfully, “we’re gonna need at least seven or eight other people to help us.”

“You were always good at human resources,” Viggo said with a rare grin.

“I knew you didn’t want me just for old times’ sake,” Sean said, returning his smile. “I can get Sean Astin. He owes me one. I can get John. He’s been bored since he served his time. Ian could be difficult, but I’ll work on him.”

“I have a few others in mind,” Viggo said. “And I’ll worry about them. Don’t forget Billy and Dominic.”

“Those madmen?” Sean stared at him. “Are you looking to die, then?”

“They’re not that bad,” Viggo insisted, though he did look a bit nervous. “We’ll keep them under control.”

“Whatever,” Sean said.

“I’ve reserved a suite at the Luxor,” Viggo said as they left the casino. Sean raised his eyebrows. “I collected a few debts. Figured I might as well live the life of luxury, as long as the luxury holds out. I got us a suite at the Oasis, as well. We need it for observation purposes.” Viggo dug out a keycard and handed it to Sean. “Get your guys there at noon ten days from now. That should be enough time.”

“Enough time to get me killed by those kilt-wearing idiots,” Sean muttered, but he took the keycard and put it in his pocket.