"Whose she?" A brown haired boy asked as the three walked in.

"Dutchy she yours?" A short Italian asked.

"Her name's Lailya, and she ain't "Mine" Race" Dutchy said.

"Specs?" The short Italian asked in mock shock fanning his face with his hat.

"Nah, she wanted to stay here."

"No girls!" Kloppmen yelled.

"I won't be any trouble." Lailya said soothingly, "none at all."

"Told ya he wouldn't let her stay." Dutchy said.

"I'll pay." Lailya said in the same soothing voice locking eyes with the man. This is where I need to be. She decided.

"One complaint and your gone." Kloppmen said automatically.

"You won't have any I grantee." Lailya said in a calm voice.

"There isn't any extra beds."

"She can share wid me!" The brown haired boy said as a bunch of the boys laughed. "I didn' mean I like dat!" He said smiling broadly.

Lailya looked him over, Hmmm, too easy, it couldn't be. Ah well worth a shot, if not there are plenty other places to go. She smiled. "I wouldn't mind in the least." And why look a gift horse in the mouth?

Disclaimer: I own Lailya… Disney owns the rest…

Author's notes: Pathetic, short yes yes throw things at me, all that stuff but I updated it. (Took a while huh?) Well hope this writers block leaves soon!

Shout Outs:

Stage: Yes it is a new chappie and dearie me look here is another one!

Tiger: You are getting lazy again, but so am I… **Looks at pathetically short chapter** eep…

Fiction Hobbit: Yess Dutchy Specs! Ain't they adorable… but I think its going to ease up on the two of them, but no one worry there will always be sweet little D/S moments!

Thirteenth Demon: I hated it all!