A Face Made For Daylight

The Hellcat Cavern

AVENGERS! Sorry I am super late today. EYCTE ALISTAIR  HAS ARRIVED.
This one was so fun to write. There is some smut to start but not too much. I updated the Spotify music list for 60's music I'll be using!

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March 1965 Las Vegas, Tranquility Base Casino.

The year was 1965.  Alistair stood outside on the balcony of his casino suite having a smoke.  It relaxed him and took his mind off of the reality of the new world he was living in. A new era of strange societies, and rise of the machines.

He pulled the cigarette to his mouth as he stood admiring the Vegas strip.  It was much quieter and safer to be at the casino in Vegas than the hotel in California right now. America was at war with Vietnam and riots, protesting the war, erupted through California.  Alistair thought of how America had gone through so much in the last two years.  It felt like a blur.

From the assassination of John F. Kennedy in 1963, to Martin Luther King's speech that same summer.  From the hopes of ending segregation, to the 600 marches in Alabama to end racial injustice, and just recently the assassination of Malcom X.   The ongoing protests, the changing technology, the height of travel and consumerism, the recreational and therapeutic use of LSD and marijuana. The cold war and space wars.  America was changing.

Alistair exhaled the nicotine, furrowing his brows as his mind went to Kid, fighting amongst the troops.  He couldn't stop replaying the conversation they last had at the hotel bar when Kid showed up in uniform.  "Does wearing a uniform and bending over for uncle Sam make up for all the shit you did? Is that why you do it?  You're trying to do good to make up for everything?" 

A part of him could not forgive Kid for the lies and the betrayal.  But being with Tabitha was changing him.  She believed Alistair was good, that his true nature was good. She tried to get him to reach out to Kid, to make amends, especially before the war.  Alistair never did and now thoughts of his brother fighting on the front lines, ate at him. 

He turned to the sliding doors behind him, looking over his shoulders.  He looked to the wall near his guitar.  A series of pictures hung across, but only one stood out this moment.  It was a photo from 1925, the night Marie turned Kid, which she told him about later on.  Alistair thought of how he still loved her regardless of what she said and did.  He couldn't shake her. 

It was a photo that a photographer took of Alistair and Kid with the Death Ramps in the background.  They wanted one of the brothers for the paper. Alistair sighed turning back to the view.  I suppose we aren't really friends anymore, he thought to himself bringing the cigarette back to his lips.

A popular Beatles song playing on the speakers by the casino pool snapped him out of his thoughts.  Beatle mania hasn't slowed down since 1963 and Alistair was adapting to it.  He still favoured jazz.  But out here, especially at the casino, The Monkeys gave the people what they wanted.  That rock'n'roll.  It just won't go away, Alistair sighed.

He finished his cigarette watching actors walk the street dressed as fictional characters and Hollywood icons.  Alistair smiled to himself noticing a blonde bombshell dressed as the late Marilyn Monroe.  This lookalike couldn't hold a candle to the real thing though, and Alistair knew, he slept with Marilyn.  Kids screamed in joy as Captain America, leading an army of Avengers, came running through the street to perform a fight sequence for the crowds.  It was truly the Golden Age in America.

"Al?"  Tabitha called from the bedroom.  "Come back to bed."   Putting this cigarette out, Alistair smiled walking back in.

"Aren't you a vision." Alistair beamed walking into the room.  He stood at the end of the bed as Tabitha sat up wrapped in the blanket smoking a joint she rolled near the night stand.  Her bronze skin a contrast to the crisp white linen.