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Ororo`s pov

Men are dumb and who ever said that men rule the world don`t know how wrong they are. I mean seriously. All it takes is to flush one little smile their way and they`ll fall at your feet, ready to give the world to you if you just say the word. That`s how I got those guys to stop and give me a ride, to hug them, (not that I really wanted to but there was no other way to snatch their wallets) the big blond guy didn`t even want to let go of me and how I convinced the bellboy to give me the keys to Logan`s car.

Spiking of him, that must be the hottest man alive. Few inches taller than me, perfect body with solid muscles, wearing faded old jeans and white t-shirt that clung on him like second skin, wild black hair I`m dying to touch and grey eyes that go straight through you… Great, now I started to drool.

I do almost feel sorry for those guys. Almost. They came here for some bachelor week or something, hoping to have fun, attend all kinds of parties, party with strippers but they got robbed instead. They`re dirty rich, it won`t hurt them to see how my life looks for couple of days (at least I hope it won`t) until they find a solution, if they didn`t already but I somehow doubt that.

Well, anyway, what I`m sorry about is that I won`t see Logan again, and even if I do I`m sure he won`t just forget that I robbed him, stole he`s precious car, buy me a drink and chat with me like we`re old buddies. Yea, I`m pretty sure he`s hopping I`m burning in hell right now…
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Logan`s pov

Me: I HOPE SHE`S BURNIN IN HELL RIGHT NOW!

I can`t believe that she did this ta us. What are we suppose ta do now, they won`t let us in the hotel without ID or money. My poor baby got stolen, I have ta get` er back, she was my favorite, but this is a big city, I don`t have the slightest clue where she could be…

Slim: What I don`t understand is, when did she get the time to get our wallets. I never leave mine anywhere, its always with me.

Vic: Neither do I. I ain`t as dumb as Lo is.

Me: Yea, yer much dumber. And why do ya think I left my wallet anywhere?

Gumbo: He has a point. Do ya no wat Remy thinks?

Me: No, what does Remy think?

Gumbo: Remy thinks that maybe da femme stole ur wallets when she was givin us a hug. Don you find it strange dat she be huggin us after nowin us for jus couple o hours?

Me: C`mon Gumb, don`t ya think that we would sense or see something if she was robbing us then?

Slim: Wait, think about it. The only time we got in physical contact with her is when she hugged us. Before that in the car she didn`t get the chance so I guess she had to figure out a way to take them and I guess she figured it out…

Vic: Really, you guess?

Fuck. This is just great. We have no money and no car, what the hell are we suppose ta do now? Maybe if we could just call someone… Wait that’s it!

Me: Hey maybe we can call someone!

Vic: Like who?

Me: I don`t know, maybe home or something. Someone give me a cell.

Vic: Where`s yours?

Me: In the car…

Now he`s gonna tell me I`m an idiot and probably laugh at me or yell I can just feel it.

Vic: Oh…so is mine…

Ok so maybe I was wrong. Damn, for once I wish I wasn`t.

Me: Gumbo, what about yours?

Gumbo: Remy`s cell be broken ya no that, non? He still din get time ta buy new one.

Oh yea, how could I forget. When Bella heard that Remy is cheating on her (just heard, she`s not sure yet) from some friends she started throwing all kinds of stuff at Gumbo, like vase, books, lamp, trays and, well, his cell, which got broken when it came to a contact with the door with that kind of force. Bella is a very strong woman. Lucky for him she`s got a bad aim or he`d be in hospital right now.

Me: Ok… How bout you Slim?

Slim: I think I got it with me.

Me: Great! Give it to me.

Good old Slim. Always ready.

Slim: Sure, here it is. Oh no…

Me: What? What is it?

Slim: Battery`s dead…

Ok. Scratch what I just sad bout him. I`m hanging on my last nerve right now.

Me: Well lets see if we can come out with some kind of understanding with the boss of the hotel than.

I say than through clenched teeth. We turned to go towards the hotel again, I sure hope they`re gonna rent us some room there, even if its just for the night.

Now we got to the reception.

Me: Hey there again.

Receptionist: Oh hello sir, did you get your wallet?

Me: That`s just the thing I was gonna talk to you about.

Receptionist: Really? What about?

Me: It seems that our wallets were stolen, so I can`t show you my ID and I was wondering If ya could give us the keys ta our rooms anyway or any room at all.

Receptionist: Oh, I see. I`ll call someone right away to show you the way.

The receptionist whose nametag sad Kitty picked up the phone and dilled something, perhaps the owners number.

Receptionist: Pete, I`ve got few costumers here with no ID so I need you to show them the way, and you may want to bring someone with you.

With that she ended the call and looked at us.

Receptionist: Don`t worry you will be escorted any minute now.

With that she smiled and turned to do something on the computer. If we`re getting rooms where are our keys? I have` ta ask her bout that.

Me: Um… excuse me, but I was wondering about our keys. I mean we`re getting rooms right? Can`t get in without keys.

Receptionist: Don`t worry sir, you will receive your keys. It`s just the room are occupied right now and the guests are just packing. They will return the keys any moment now.
Well that makes sense. I see some guys are coming our way, they`re probably our escort. One of the which nametag says Piotr comes in front of me.

Pete: Dobry vyecher sir, if you would please follow me.

Me: What did you call me!?

Pete: It means good evening sir. ( he chuckles a little) Now would you please follow me?

Me: Yea, sure. So where are ya from?

Pete: Russia.

So Petey-boy along with he`s buddies took us through hallways and hallways until we finally retched a door. I swear this place is a real labyrinth.

Pete: Here you go sir, I hope you will enjoy your stay.

As soon as we get through the door we hear the tall Russian sayin something again.

Pete: But for the next time please remember. No ID, no room! Poka! And that means bye.

Whit that he slammed the door at us and locked it. So we`re on the street once again. DAMN!





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