Bobby carries their luggage through the revolving door with Eames following him. Walking across the marble flooring he stops at the desk and sets the bags down. "We're here for the class reunion." Bobby says.
"Oh yes, name please." Says the clerk whose tag reads Ollie.
"Goren. There should actually be two rooms." Bobby replies, pulling out his wallet to get his credit card as Ollie looks it up in the computer.
Alex leans against the counter and takes in the surroundings. At least the hotel is classy. She thinks to herself. Sadly, she wishes things could be different as she looks down at her rings and twists them around her finger. She looks up to see Bobby staring at her.
"Are they too small?" Bobby questions with concern. She looked out of it.
Alex gave him a small smile. "No, I guess I'm just tired." She looks away and turns to look at Ollie as he frowns at the computer.
"There may be a problem." Says Ollie.
"What?"Asks Alex, standing on her tiptoes in an attempt to look at the computer screen.
"Did you register through the reunion chairman?" Ollie asks, looking at Bobby and Alex.
Bobby nodded. "Yeah, we mailed it in, but I specified that we wanted two rooms"
"He snores." Alex says giving Bobby a sideways look.
Ollie clears his throat and looks back at the screen. "Well apparently they must have thought it was a mistake because I have only one room registered to a Robert and Alexandra Goren. If there is a problem with this I can try to find you a second room."
"Please do."Alex glares at a smirking Bobby. "You find this funny don't you?" She whispers, annoyed.
"If you could only see your face right now." Bobby smiles as he looks at Ollie who is giving them a funny look.
"Well this is the best I can do Mr. Goren, I can put you in room 327, but Mrs. Goren would be in room 723. That's four floors away and in another wing." Ollie tried to sound apologetic.
"You don't have any connecting rooms?" Bobby inquired, not wanting to be that far away from his wife.
"I'm sorry but I don't." Says Ollie.
Bobby turns to look at Alex. "Can I talk a moment with you...eh...dear?"
"Of course, honeymuffin."Alex says sarcastically as Bobby takes her by the elbow and leads her several feet away from Ollie's prying ears.
"I want separate rooms, Bobby. We'll have to wait for a cancellation." Hisses Alex, glancing over at Ollie who is giving them a strange look. "We are not staying in the same room!"
"Well we can't take the rooms they gave us. It will take too long to get back and forth between the two rooms. If Charlie decides to just show up at our room and you're not there its going to be kinda difficult to call you on the phone and tell you to come down to our room because we've got a visitor. He is slick and I wouldn't put it past him to check up on me." Again, logical Bobby speaks.
"Goren..." Alex only uses his last name when she's either: A) Ticked off at him or B) Annoyed with him. She wasn't sure which category he fell into right now. She'll decide later, when the urge to kill him, passes.
"Oh crap, I don't believe this. Here comes Charlie now!" Bobby watches a tall man with receding blonde hair walk into the lobby followed by a short woman with brown shoulder length hair. Bobby turns quickly, but its too late. He was spotted.
"Bobby! Bobby Goren, is that you?" The man, identified as Charlie, calls out.
"Yeah, its me Charlie." Bobby can't help but roll his eyes as the man punches him in the arm.
"Whats it been? Eight years now? How's life in the NYPD?" Charlie asks, giving Alex a once over.
"It's alright." Bobby gives Alex an apologizing look.
"Well is this Mrs. Goren?" Charlie asks, leaning in toward Alex.
"Actually it's Alexandra Eames...Alexandra Eames-Goren." Alex says linking her arm through Bobby's and putting herself slightly behind him.
"She's quite a catch there Bobby. You've done well for yourself." Bobby turns a slight shade of pink at Charlie's compliment.
"Is this your fiancee?" Asks Bobby, quickly.
"Yep, this is Terry." Charlie replies, putting his arm around Terry and pulling her forward. Terry smiles and nods. "So you guys staying here?"
"Yeah, we're working on our reservation." Bobby says, sheepishly. "They screwed it up and now I'm not sure whats to going to happen."
"Hey Bobby, I've got a great idea. Randy Quintin and I had chipped in and got the penthouse for the weekend. It's got two master bedrooms. He canceled but its all paid for. Doesn't make sense that only half of it gets used. What do you say?" Charlie asks.
"Um...I don't think that..." Bobby says nervously looking at Alex.
"Ah, what are friends for? I'll let the clerk know everything is all worked out." Charlie walks to the desk and comes back with two room keys. One he hands to Bobby who just stares at it a moment before looking at a glaring Eames.
"Is there a problem Bobby?" Charlie asks.
"No." Alex answers for him. "Nothing that can't be worked out."
"Good!"Charlie says, beaming as he signals a bellhop with a cart. Bobby and Charlie pile the luggage on the cart. Charlie and Terry follow the bellhop to the elevator while Goren and Eames stand a moment.
"Nice going!"Alex says, grumpily, walking toward the elevator. Bobby slowly following her.