#audrey.

Audrey doesn't leave the Ultra-Luxe very often. It's technically against their contract with Mr. House, outside of meetings and emergencies, but the Securitrons aren't advanced enough to recognize them without a mask. She's not the only one who makes her escapes; every family on the Strip has their own espionage operation.

Each casino has its own charms that keeps gamblers in and leaves the others with one less patron. Sometimes an undercover Chairman might throw a fit about unfair odds or an Omerta will start a fight with an unsuspecting Wastelander. The White Gloves are, of course, far more subtle in their little excursions- the fear of missing out is their bread and butter.

Her purposes are less vindictive, however. The only issue with The Diamond is that it's located on the second floor of the Ultra-Luxe. No one ever makes it that far unless they're staying the night. She can't have that, so she dolls herself up as nicely as she can, puts on her very best dress, and turns up the charm. Time to advertise.

it is the things we love most that destroy us.

self para in response to THIS. location: med suite timing: roughly 7 months ago summary: audrey received new orders and though she wasn’t surprised to be given this task, the blonde still didn’t expect to see it coming. 

saying she was nervous was an understatement. though it wasn’t anywhere close to being audrey’s first surgery, she felt like there was a little more pressure with a patient who was fully aware  — not like he’d be making it out of this alive. richie’s eyes on her should of added more pressure, but they did the opposite. his presence helped her focus, she told him that she’d be able to do this and she wasn’t about to go back on her word. looking back at him for a moment, she let out a deep breathe and approached the struggling body that was strapped down on the med suite bed. there were three coolers nearly filled with ice, ready and waiting.

avoiding the man’s eyes, she grabbed him by the forearm stretching it out so it was flat while digging into her medical coat pocket to pull out a syringe filled with morphine. she tapped the crook of his elbow, taking a moment to search for a good vein before injecting the drug into him. the drug was fast working thankfully, giving her the opportunity to do this without him flailing around and getting in her way. she walked her way over to the cabinet where the extra sheets were located, taking out a small one and twisting it into a tight roll with a thick knot in the middle. once she reached the body she tied it around his head, a gag acting as an extra precaution, just in case she needed it. if cutting into this man’s flesh didn’t cause him to pass out, the drugs coursing through his veins would definitely speed up the process.