Vegas Nights

Xander: "Why are you just standing there? Everyone else is dancing."

Moxy: "Maybe I don’t like dancing."

Xander: "Then why come to a nightclub? Isn’t that the point?"

Moxy: "The point is whatever you make of it. Why are you here?"

Xander: "To dance. Obviously."

Moxy: "You’re dancing with your drink more than with anyone else."

Xander: "Observant, aren’t you?"

Moxy: "It’s hard not to notice someone who doesn’t quite fit."

Xander: "Not fit? That’s a strange way of flirting."

Moxy: "Who said I was flirting?"

Xander: "Your eyes. They’ve been following me all night."

Moxy: "And yet you came up to me. Funny how that works."

Xander: "Maybe I was curious."

Moxy: "About what?"

Xander: "Why a girl like you looks so out of place in a room full of neon and noise."

Moxy: "And how should a girl like me look like?"

Xander: "Sexy. At ease. Flirtatious."

Moxy: "Interesting. And you? What do you think you look like to me?"

Xander: "Like a prince who can make all your dreams come true."

Moxy: "Confident, aren't we? Is that why you’re still here talking to me? Because you think you’re my prince charming?”

Xander: "I’m still here because you’re intriguing. But I’m not sure why yet."

Moxy: "Maybe I’m just good at holding your attention."

Xander: "Maybe. Or maybe you’re waiting for me to lose interest."

Moxy: "Not yet."

Xander: "Then I’ll take that as permission to keep going. What’s your name?"

Moxy: "Does it matter?"

Xander: "It does to me."

Moxy: "Let’s pretend it doesn’t. Names complicate things."

Xander: "I need to put a name to a face—it's just the way my mind works."

Moxy: "Moxy. My name's Moxy. Yours."

Xander: "Xander."

Moxy: "Xander. Sounds like a character in an X-Men comic."

Xander: "Care to tell me why you’re really here?"

Moxy: "Why does anyone come to Vegas? For escape."

Xander: "And what are you trying to escape?"

Moxy: "My dull, boring life."

Xander: "You seem anything but dull and boring."

Moxy: "The Vegas atmosphere has a tendency of making me appear more sexy and thrilling than I actually am. So what brings you to Vegas?”

Xander: "I love the nightlife of Las Vegas. You never know what can happen or who you might meet.”

Moxy: "Sounds dangerous."

Xander: "Isn’t that the appeal?"

Moxy: "Depends. Who exactly are you trying to meet?"

Xander: "Nobody. Right now, I’m enjoying just letting go."

Moxy: "Is that why you haven’t stopped looking at my breasts?"

Xander: "Am I that obvious?"

Moxy: "You haven't stopped staring since you approached me."

Moxy: "So, are you going to keep me guessing, or are you going to make your move?"

Xander: "Maybe I’m waiting for the right moment."

Moxy: "Moments, don’t wait. You either take them or lose them."

Xandery: "Then maybe I should ask: Would you stop me if I did?"

Moxy: "Only if you hesitate."

Xander: "Good. Because I don’t plan to."

Moxy: "Then what are you waiting for?"

Xander: "Maybe I want to see if you’ll close the distance first."

Moxy: "And let you think I’m predictable? Not a chance."

Xander: "Predictable? That’s the last word I’d use to describe you."

Moxy: "Good. I’d hate to disappoint."

Xander: "You’re anything but disappointing."

Moxy: "Is that why you haven’t walked away?"

Xander: "Or why you haven’t?"

Moxy: "Maybe—or maybe I’m just wondering if you taste as reckless as you seem."

Xander: "Reckless? That’s one way to put it."

Moxy: "Is it accurate?"

Xander: "Maybe—or maybe you’re just projecting your own impulses."

Moxy: “But what if I am?"

Xander: "Then you’re either braver than you look or just way too drunk to care."

Moxy: "I’m not drunk."

Xander: "Then what’s your excuse?"

Moxy: "Excuse? I don’t need one. Do you?"

Xander: "For this? No."

Moxy: "Good. So, what’s stopping you?"

Xander: "Stopping me? I could ask you the same question."

Moxy: "I told you—I’m enjoying this. The build-up. The tension."

Xander: "And what happens when the tension snaps?"

Moxy: "Let’s find out."

Xander: "Not yet. Let it simmer a little longer."

Moxy: "Are you teasing me or yourself?"

Xander: "Both, probably."

Moxy: "Cruel. I like it."

Xander: "You would."

Moxy: "Admit it—you’re enjoying this too much."

Xander: "Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you try to stay in control."

Moxy: "You would love me too loose control, wouldn’t you?"

Xander: "Says the woman gripping her drink like it’s a lifeline."

Moxy: "Maybe I don’t want to drop it. Not before you..."

Xander: "Before I what?"

Moxy: "Your eyes. They give you away."

Xander: "Don’t change the subject."

Moxy: "They do. They’ve been daring me all night."

Xander: "Then why haven’t you taken the dare?"

Moxy: "Because I like making you wait."

Xander: "Making me wait? Or making yourself more sure?"

Moxy: "Both. The longer we wait, the sweeter it’ll be."

Xander: "Yes, it sure would."

Moxy: "So tell me. If I lean in—just an inch—would you meet me halfway?"

Xander: "Only if you promise not to stop."

Moxy: "I don’t plan to."

Xander: "Good. Because I’m done waiting."

Xander: “Wow, your lips.”

Moxy: “What about them?”

Xander: “Exactly what I imagined. But softer.”

Moxy: “You imagined this?”

Xander: "I've been imagining it since the moment I saw you.”

Moxy: “And?”

Xander: “And I don’t think I’ll be able to stop now.”

Moxy: “Then don’t.”

Xander: “Careful. You say that like you mean it.

Moxy: “I do.”

Xander: “Say it again.”

Moxy: “Don’t stop.”

Xander: “God, you’re... electric.”

Moxy: “Shut up and do it again.”

Xander: “Do you feel that?”

Moxy: “Feel what?”

Xander: “This. Us. The way the room just disappeared.”

Moxy: “Maybe—or maybe I’m just not paying attention to anything but you.”

Xander: “Good. Keep it that way.”

Moxy: “You’re impossible.”

Xander: “And you’re irresistible.”

Xander: “Still want me to stop?”

Moxy: “No.”

Xander: “Then tell me.”

Moxy: “Tell you what?”

Xander: “Tell me this wasn’t a mistake.”

Moxy: “It wasn’t.”

Xander: “And?”

Moxy: “And I don’t regret it.”

Xander: “Neither do I.”

Xander: “So, what now?”

Moxy: “What do you mean?”

Xander: “This. Us. Do we let the night swallow us whole, or do we see where it leads?”

Moxy: “You’re assuming it leads somewhere.”

Xander: “Doesn’t it?”

Moxy: “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just this moment.”

Xander: “Moments like this don’t happen every day.”

Moxy: “They’re rare, fleeting. Like fireworks.”

Xander: “And what if I don’t want it to fade?”

Moxy: “Then you’re chasing something that was never meant to last.”

Xander: “You sound so certain.”

Moxy: “I’ve seen it before.”

Xander: “What if I’m different?”

Moxy: “Every guy says that.”

Xander: “Maybe. But have they ever kissed you like I just did?”

Moxy: “No.”

Xander: “Then maybe I am different.”

Moxy: “Or maybe you’re just better at pretending.”

Xander: “Pretending doesn’t feel like this.”

Moxy: “And what does this feel like to you?”

Xander: “Like I’ve found something I didn’t know I was missing.”

Moxy: “Dangerous words, Xander.”

Xander: “Dangerous? Or true?”

Moxy: “Both.”

Xander: “You’re scared.”

Moxy: “I’m cautious.”

Xander: “There’s a difference.”

Moxy: “Not when it comes to guys like you.”

Xander: “And what kind of guy do you think I am?”

Moxy: “The kind who knows how to take.”

Xander: “Maybe I’m tired of taking. Maybe I want something real.”

Moxy: “Real? In Vegas? With me?”

Xander: “Why not?”

Moxy: “Because guys like you don’t stay.”

Xander: “Maybe I’m tired of leaving.”

Moxy: “Words are easy.”

Xander: “Then let me prove it.”

Moxy: “How?”

Xander: “By staying.”

Moxy: “You’re relentless.”

Xander: “Only when it comes to things worthwhile.”

Moxy: “And you think I’m worth it?”

Xander: “I know you are.”

Moxy: “You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?”

Xander: “Only if you let me.

Moxy: “And if I don’t?”

Xander: “Then I’ll ruin myself trying to get closer to you.”

Moxy: “You have a way with words. I’ll give you that.”

Xander: “Words are only the beginning. You’ve already felt the rest.”

Moxy: “Felt it, yes. Believed it? That’s a different story.”

Xander: “What will it take for you to believe me?”

Moxy: “Something more than promises whispered in the dark.”

Xander: “Then let me give you something tangible. Something undeniable.”

Moxy: “Like what? A future? An escape?”

Xander: “An answer. The one you’ve been running from.”

Moxy: “You assume I’m running.”

Xander: “Aren’t you?”

Moxy: “Maybe I’m just smart enough to see the cracks before I fall through them.”

Xander: “What if there are no cracks this time?”

Moxy: “There are always cracks, Xander. Even in guys like you. Especially in guys like you.”

Xander: “And what about you? Do you ever let anyone see your cracks?”

Moxy: “Yes. But only when it’s too late.”

Xander: Too late for what?

Moxy: "Too late because they’ve already fallen through them."

Xander: "I don't mind if I lose myself in your web. I just want to know you.”

Moxy: “Knowing me might destroy you.”

Xander: “Then let it.”

Moxy: “You say that now, but what happens when the thrill fades?”

Xander: “It won’t.”

Moxy: “It always does. That’s the way these things go.”

Xander: “What if we don’t let it?”

Moxy: “Xander, you can’t fight inevitability. Entropy is certain.”

Xander: “Then why are you still here?”

Moxy: "Perhaps I'm hoping you'll prove me wrong."

Xander: “I will. I swear—”

Moxy: “Stop. Don’t speak words you can’t take back.”

Xander: “Why would I want to take them back?”

Moxy: “Because you don’t know the truth.”

Xander: “Then tell me.”

Moxy: “I can’t.”

Xander: “You can. And you will.”

Moxy: “Fine. You want the truth? I came here tonight for a reason.”

Xander: “And what’s that?”

Moxy: “To meet you.”

Xander: “To meet me? How could you possibly know I’d be here?”

Moxy: “Because someone sent me.”

Xander: “Sent you? Who?”

Moxy: “Let’s just say they wanted to know what makes you tick.”

Xander: “This isn’t funny, Moxy.”

Moxy: “It isn't intended to be.”

Xander: “What is this? Some kind of game?”

Moxy: “It started that way. But it’s not anymore.”

Xander: “Who are you, really?”

Moxy: “Someone who was supposed to make you vulnerable. Get you to talk.”

Xander: “Talk about what?”

Moxy: “Your dealings. Your secrets. The things people like you bury.”

Xander: “You’re lying.”

Moxy: “Am I? Think about it, Xander. How often does someone like me just stumble into someone like you?”

Xander: “So, this was all fake? Every look? Every touch?”

Moxy: “No. That’s the problem. It wasn’t fake. Not all of it.”

Xander: “Convenient answer.”

Moxy: “Believe it or don’t. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m walking away. I’m washing my hands of it.”

Xander: “You’re not going anywhere.”

Moxy: “Watch me.”

Xander: “If you walk out of this nightclub, you won’t just disappear. People will come looking for you.”

Moxy: “Let them.”

Xander: “This isn’t over.”

Moxy: “Oh, Xander. It never even began.”

Moxy (in the parking garage, murmuring to herself): “Damn it, Moxy. What have you done?”

Stranger: “Talking to yourself, huh? Never a good sign.”

Moxy: “Do me a favor and get lost.”

Stranger: “Relax. I’m not here to bother you. Just noticed you looked... unsettled.”

Moxy: “Unsettled? That’s cute. Try walking away from a man who just found out he’s being played.”

Stranger: “Sounds like you’ve had a busy night.”

Moxy: “You could say that.”

Stranger: “Let me guess—young guy, too much charm, too many secrets?”

Moxy: “Something like that.”

Stranger: “And now you’re regretting whatever it is you did.”

Moxy: “Regret? No. Just wondering if I pushed too hard.”

Stranger: “What’s the worst that happens?

Moxy: “He comes after me.”

Stranger: “He’s marked by the people who hired you. They’ll get him before he reaches you."

Moxy: “He’s not a mark. Not exactly.”

Stranger: “Then what is he?”

Moxy: “A job. One I didn’t want to take.”

Stranger: “But you took it anyway. Why?”

Moxy: “Because they don’t take no for an answer.”

Stranger: “Who’s ‘they’?”

Moxy: “People who think they own the world. Just like him.”

Stranger: “So, you’re working for his competition?”

Moxy: “More like his shadow. The ones who clean up after him when he gets too messy.”

Stranger: “Sounds like you’re in deep.”

Moxy: “Always have been. But this one... this one’s different.”

Stranger: “Different how?”

Moxy: “He’s not the villain they painted him to be.”

Stranger: “So, what happens now?”

Moxy: “I don’t know. They’ll want answers, but I can’t give them what they’re asking for.”

Stranger: “Why not?”

Moxy: “Because I think I’ve already crossed a line by telling him the truth. It was the right thing to do.”

Stranger: “Sounds like a mess.”

Moxy: “It is. But he doesn’t deserve what’s coming.”

Stranger: “Then warn him.”

Moxy: “And sign my own death warrant? No thanks.”

Stranger: “You’ve got to pick a side. Him or them.”

Moxy: “I know.”

Stranger: “And which side are you on?”

Moxy: “The one that keeps my soul intact. That is, if I still have one."