Anabiel half carried, half dragged Oswald across the lobby of the hotel, earning curious glances from everyone that they passed. Dion was close behind carrying Butch and being his chatty self with several passerby.

"Can I help you?" A very confused receptionist asked when Anabiel finally reached the desk.

"Hi. Yes you can. My friends had a little too much to drink and I'd like to rent a room for them." She said with a somewhat apologetic smile.

"One bed or two?" The clerk asked returning her smile.

"Um one please. They're kind of an item." Anabiel pulled out her ID and card handing it to the clerk. She quick adjusted Oswald's weight into a more comfortable position.

In less than ten minutes they were up in the room. The clerk was a sweet little thing and rushed so Anabiel didn't have to hold Oswald longer than necessary. Anabiel threw Cobblepot onto the bed none too gingerly and reached into her purse. She pulled out the scarves and proceeded to tie each of his limbs to the bed.

"Are you sure this is such a good idea?" Dion asked setting Butch down next to the bed with more care than she had with Oswald. "Isn't he going to be mad when he wakes up and finds himself like this?"

"I'm not too worried. I'll have an insurance policy." Anabiel stated as she jumped onto the bed and straddled Cobblepot's thin frame.

Ana unbuttoned his jacket and vest, sliding them off as far as they would go before she turned her attention to his shirt. She un-tucked it from his pants and with a little force ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere.

Reaching back into her purse Anabiel pulled out the tube of lipstick. Looking down at his pale torso she sat there watching his chest rise and fall with each breath and an uncontrollable blush crept over her cheeks.

"If I remember correctly, that is the closest you've ever been to a guy." Dion's voice interrupted her thoughts. When her blush deepened he couldn't help but chuckle.

Anabiel finally decided on a simple heart and quickly drew it out. She then turned to Dion. "Can you give him some hickeys?"

"What!? No! No way. I'm not sucking on some guy that looks like a penguin in a hotel room. That's how rumors start." He scoffed at her. "You do it."

"I-I don't know how to..." Anabiel's stammered as a blush cascaded over her entire face.

"What? You just kiss roughly where you want to put the hickey." Dion put his hands on his hips. "You have kissed before haven't you?"

Anabiel's entire face was as red as a tomato at this point and she hissed at him. "I haven't really done the whoring myself out thing like you Dion. I've been busy making a name for myself. You know trying to take over the world and what not."

"OK jeez. Well just try it because I'm not doing it. And I don't whore myself out thank you." Dion just looked at the floor scratching the back of his head. Anabiel looked down at Oswald.

"Hey Dion." She said still looking down.

"What?"

"You're right he does look like a penguin." She cocked her head to the side.

"Stop stalling." Dion snapped.

Anabiel took a deep breath and put her lips to Oswald's skin. She had decided to be a little kinder and put them where clothes would cover up the bruises. She did a couple of small marks and moved to his collar bone, causing him to let out a low throaty moan.

Anabiel practically jumped back at the sound of it and Dion couldn't help but laugh at her reaction

"apparently you did a little too well." Dion snickered, earning a scowl that would have cowered any other person but him. He'd seen it far too much growing up with her.

"Just take off Butch's shirt and lay him draped over Cobblepot." She snapped as she crawled off of Oswald.

Dion just chuckled to himself and did as he was told. With a huff he finally hoisted Butch onto the bed next to Oswald and posed the pair so Butch was snuggled into his boss' side with an arm hanging over his 'lover'.

Anabiel reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Bringing up the camera she took a picture of the two lovebirds. She exited out of the camera and went into the messaging, pulling up Oswald's information. She wrote him a text and attached the picture she had just taken..

The next time you feel like inviting yourself into my home remember how poorly this could have ended. If you wish to discuss business again, Set an appointment.

Anabiel pressed send as she grabbed her purse and headed into the hall. Dion closed the door behind them. The two walked in companionable silence down the hall to the elevator. Dion reached out and mashed the button to have the doors open almost immediately. The pair walked into the elevator, looked at each other, and laughed.