Matt smiled as he counted his dollar bills, tucking them inside his bra. "It was a good.. and tasty night..so far.." he murmured to himself before stepping into the hallway of the Love Hotel. ~Too bad I couldn't keep him as a pet..~ he thought to himself as he ruffled his skirt, awaiting his next victim...
Amalia shrieked when she saw the hotel. "Oh my! Look Jay! It's called the Love Hotel! How quaint!" she ran up the steps, leaving Jerkins, as always to do the heavy lifting. He grunted and shot at her telepathicly (well, his earings to her earings... its a Kingdon thing..)
Of course he grouched as he lugged her bags up the steps.
Just amke sure they have food... I'm hungry.
Riku, the hotel smiled at the new comers. "Welcome!" she greeted, beeping in some of the hotel's best including Emaline (Matt's sir name). Emaline smiled as Jay entered the hotel also. "What can we do for you?" asked Riku, smiling sweetly at their guests...
Amalia smiled and bounced up to Riku. "Yes, yes. I'm here about a suite my father rented out for me this year...? Who would I see about that?"
Jerkins stumbled in and collapsed under a pile of bags.
Riku smiled and nodded, "Ah yes, we've been expecting you." she chimed turning towards Emaline, "Emma, Please escort our lovely guest." Riku commanded, reaching out and handing the key to Amalia. Emaline smiled and went to retrieve the bags, collecting them easily, brushing his hand slightly against Jerkin's hand and smiled warmly. "Please, follow me." he cooed, caring the bags as if they were filled with air.
Jerkins just stared, rubbing his hand, until Amalia laced her arm through his and danced after Emma. "So... is this room nice?" she asked Emma.
Emma nodded, peeking over his shoulder. "I like it." he muttered, suddenly stopping at the room 107. "We're here." he cooed, smiling kindly at Jerkins.
Amalia squeeled with glee and ran up to the door, opening it. She dissapeared inside, and after w while all you heard was "OHMYGAWD! IT'S PINK!!!!"
Emma peeked inside, "Is that alright? We can change it if you wish." he commented, carrying the suitcases inside, setting them down on the floor..
Jerkins looked around. "It could be more glittery... you know, tastefully so..."
Emma blinked, turning towards Jerkins, surprised that came from his mouth. "Sure thing." Emma spoke, walking towards the wall knocking on it some type of tune. Suddenly a peice of the wall swung open revealing some sort of control pad. Emma quickly typed in a 42 password, causing the room to go dark momentarily and flash the lights back on. To the two visitor's surprise, the room was filled, tastefully, with glittery objects and glittery wall hangings. "Is that better?" Emma asked, looking back at the two for approval before shutting away the panel...
Amalia ignored it and continued dancing around in circles. Jerkins, however, held his hand to his mouth and grinned, supressing a squeel. "My gosh! this is fantastic!" he laughed and gave Emma a hug before joining Amalia in her circle dancing.
Emma grinned, slightly embarrassed by the embrace and shut the wall away. He watched the two gleefully dance in circles before heading toward the door. "I suppose that will be all?" he asked, hoping it wasn't all..
Amalia suddenly stopped dancing, causing Jerkins to spin into a window and getting entangled in the draperies, which came crashing down on top of him. All you heard was a muffled stream of curses as he tried to flop weakly under teh weighty curtains.
"Actually, I do want foood... is room service included in teh package my father set up...?" she asked emma, completely ignornig Jerkins.
Emma nodded, curtsying. "Of course mam." he cooed, "What would you like to eat?" he asked, taking out a pin and paper to write it down. He didn't necessarily like to be maid and cook in all, but in time their souls will be his.. he smiled thinking of the treat after the fact, his fangs shown lightly..
Amalia ignored the fangs and fingered her earings, staring at Jerkins. After a while, she nodded and turned to Emma. "Okay, I want a club salad with ham, no eggs, and ranch dressing, and Jerkins will have a big plate of spaghetti with meat sauces, an entire stick of garlic bread, and a tub of tapioca pudding for dessert...." she touched her earings again and laughed. "Fatty... he said he also wants a bottle of white wine, and a... waht was that... a two litre of rootbear?" She turned around to Jerkin's form in the curtains. it nodded.
Emma blinked, hurrying to scribble down the order. ~Great, a couple of pigs~ he thought but still smiled, "Great! We'll have it to you shortly." he cooed, turning on his heels, his kinky maid costume bouncing and swaying at the turn. He rolled his eyes at the two, without them seeing, before starting down the hall towards the kitchen..
It took Jerkins the better part of an hour to get untangled. When he did, he looked like a hot mess, his fangs out, bared, and his eyes shimmering red. "I'm going to eat you if you ever leave me to suffocate in there again, amalia" He threatened. Amalia just sat on the couch and flipped through another page in her magazine. "You couldn't hurt me if you tried..." she said offhandedly.
Emma came back, carting the food and drinks of the two fatties, clearly having a hard time with it also... "Alright! I'm baaa!!" he cried, slipping on a pillow that was clearly thrown..
On his way away from amalia, jerkins caught the tray Emma had in one hand, caught Emma, set the tray on the ground, set Emma comfortably on the sofa out of the line of fire and dashed off to the other side of the room and scaled the wall, taking a cushion with him all in the course of half a minute. He bared his fangs at amalia and launched the pillow, clinging to the ceiling.
Amalia growled and dodged, but was caught by the cushion anyway. "Omph!" she glared and grabbed a brooma nd started swiping at Jerkins.
Emma blushed as he was caught and set down gracefully on the sofa. He watched the two fight, wondering if he should break it up...
Jerkins jumped downa nd dashed over to Emma, picking her up around teh waist. "Haha!" he cried dramatically. "I have a fiar maiden as my hostage!" He smirked and kissed her neck, letting his fangs briefly scrape her neck as a tease to amalia and dashed with Emma into a suite room, putting her on top of an amusing and childishly made fort (which was just a chair on top of a table covered witha sheet.)
Remain fighting in:
Pages 2
Back to:
In Plain Sight
Stumble!