Title: Room 12
Author: zephiey
Disclaimer: No infringement intended. The characters in this work are the property of their copyrighted owners. This is a parody.
Summary: Twelve rooms and one mistake can change a life forever.
Rating: Mature
Room 12
Chapter 1
"Room 12, top of the stairs turn right, last door down the hall", the desk clerk instructed. Picking up her valise she walked up the stairs, down the hall and opened the door to room 12. Setting her bag on the floor, she fell back onto the bed, enjoying the feel of it under her.
Deciding that a bath and a new dress were in order she gathered her toiletries and walked to the bath. The clerk had told her that although today the hotel was quiet tonight it would be filled with rowdy cowboys. Rowdy cowboys did not bother her, in fact she knew many a rowdy cowboy but seeing the clerks obvious concern she agreed to stay in her room tonight after dinner.
Feeling much more pleasant after a nice bath, she walked downstairs with her soiled dress in hand. Inquiring of the clerk if there were a laundry service that could clean it for her, he had answered yes. Her dress would not be ready until tomorrow but that would not be a problem. Walking to the small hotel restaurant she sat down and ordered dinner.
After enjoying the wonderful meal, she decided to return to her room. Walking up the stairs she failed to notice the admiring looks of the few cowboys that had begun to drift in.
As the night wore on the music, dancing and general noise from the celebrations taking place in the saloon next door and downstairs in the hotel did not keep her from sleeping deeply.
"Room 12, top of the stairs, turn right, last door down the hall", the clerk informed him. Picking up his bag, the man climbed the stairs wearily. After the long ride and even longer business all he wanted was a bath and bed in that order. Passing the bath, he decided that now was as good a time as any to enjoy one.
Slipping the key in the lock he opened the door, not bothering to turn on the lamp he placed his boots and bag on the small chair. Setting his gun and belt on the table next to the bed he removed his shirt. Dropping it on the chair he unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to rest on his hips. Exhausted he pulled the covers down and crawling into bed he fell asleep immediately.
She was warm. Very warm. She felt as if she had fallen asleep next to a cozy fire. Snuggling into the down filled mattress she drifted between sleep and wakefulness, enjoying the warmth.
Softness is what surrounded him. It reminded him of when he was a young boy and he would snuggle next to his mother. Smiling slightly he drifted between sleep and wakefulness.
"Room 12, top of the stairs, turn right, last door down the hall", the clerk informed the five men standing in front of him. Taking the spare key from the clerk and tipping their hats the men carried on a muted conversation as they climbed the stairs.
Seeing another name with number 12 next to it, this one male the clerk shrugged deciding that Brown had made a mistake when recording the numbers.
Slipping the key in the door the older of the men stood and stared. Wondering what was wrong the third oldest turned to see. Each of the other three in turn stared at the scene before them. Slipping into the room quietly, the older one removed the gun from the table, unloaded it and passed it to one of the younger. Sending a silent message to the rest, they all leaned back and waited.
Waking slowly he realized there was something wrong almost immediately. Reaching for his gun he felt the hand grip his wrist. Looking up he noticed the green-eyed glare and the gun immediately. Leaning back he saw the other four men, leaning almost casually against the walls and furniture. At least their postures were casual. The look in their eyes were another matter entirely. From green, to gray, to blue, to hazel, the look that was in all their eyes was the same, death.
Leaning back against the headboard his arm came into contact with something soft. Turning his head slightly his eyes widened as he took in the partially dressed woman in his bed. Her eyes opened and the same shocked look entered her eyes that still resided in his. Turning his head slightly he watched as she took in the five men in the room with them. Turning back to look at him he saw a myriad of questions in her gaze moments before one of the men spoke.
"Now little sister perhaps you would care to explain", the older one asked, jerking his gun in the direction of her bedmate. "No", he continued, "then perhaps you Mister Nick Barkley would care to explain to us why you are in bed with our sister?"