It was bound to happen and one night it did.

There I was in the lobby of the Westminster Hotel when in walked Marcy. "Have Mercy" Marcy, as I affectionately dubbed her because of her ability to make me feel weak in the knees, sauntered right up next to me at the front desk mid-scam.

The last time I had seen Marcy was about a month and a half earlier and it had not ended well. I vaguely remember throwing her kiss midair as I was diving into the van while Decker's bullets flew past my head. And now, here I stood next to Marcy dressed in my famous priest getup, complete with collar and Bible tucked under my arm, trying to scam us a couple of rooms for the night.

At first she didn't seem to notice me. I mean a priest isn't exactly the type of guy Marcy would pay any attention to...that is until the desk clerk said "Here you go sir, two rooms under Monsignor Templeton."

Oh why did I decide to use my first name? I never use my first name!

Well…that did it…the mention of Templeton must have sent off some sort of alarm in her head. I tried to avoid eye contact and shifted my body to face the other direction as she craned her neck to get a look. But then my Bible dropped to the ground with a thud; must have been divine intervention…damn! Marcy leaned over and picked up the good book and tapped me on the shoulder saying "I believe this is yours father."

I slowly turned around hoping against all hope that she would not remember me or that she would be so thrown off by my costume that I would make a clean escape. No such luck!

"Why you…you…you…dirty man! I can't believe you're a priest! I…I…I'm gonna go to hell for this one!"

By now the desk clerk's mouth was hanging open and a few of the hotel guests were starting to look in my direction. Not wanting to draw any more attention to myself in the lobby than I already had, I did the first thing that came to mind.

I bowed my head, backed up slowly, made the sign of the cross and said "Have Mercy, Marcy."

The End

Note: Have mercy on me...as this is about 2 years old and is the first story I ever wrote.