A/N- This is just a short, fun one :)

I've got writers block at the moment.

I do not own Skulduggery Pleasant. If you looked above the title, you would know that Derek Landy did.

Skulduggery Pleasant. Kicking evil very hard in the face.

Before we searched the crime scene, we booked a hotel for the night. Skulduggery didn't have to sleep, but me and Fletcher sure did.

Due to all of the money Skulduggery earns but doesn't spend, we were able to afford a fancy hotel. One with an all-you-can-eat buffet, game room and flat screen TV's.

Classy, I know.

The hotel was called The Crown Hotel.

We entered the lobby, walking directly underneath a huge chandelier. I was paranoid that the chandelier would fall, crushing us beneath its immense weight.

Skulduggery had his ever-changing facade on. This time it was a man with jet-black hair and bright green eyes.

It was rather handsome.

All the women stared as he walked past. Then stared even more at Fletcher's hair.

Inconspicuous, we were.

We approached the desk-lady. she stared and finally stuttered, "may I help you, sir?"

"Yes please, room for 3," Skulduggery said in his velvety smooth voice. I looked behind me and saw a lady, about 20, pretending to faint in front of her friends while they giggled.

Disgusting.

The lady handed Skulduggery his keys and we walked out. The load of eyes I could feel peering at my back made me feel uncomfortable.

We got into the elevator and started going up. Cheesy elevator music came on through the small speakers.

There was an awkward silence.

"Well," said Fletcher, "that was eventful."

I broke.

I started laughing so hard tears welled up in my eyes. Fletcher soon joined in and we were rolling on the floor of the elevator.

"Children," Skulduggery muttered.

We soon recovered, albeit a few snickers, and arrived at our floor.

We walked to room 76 and Skulduggery unlocked and opened the door.

The room was nice with a plush, white carpet and a white leather sofa facing a huge flat-screen TV. We walked in and Fletcher uttered a low whistle.

Skulduggery tapped his tattoos, reverting back to his skeleton form.

"This is nice," he said.

"Yes," I agreed, "Very nice."

With further exploration, we found out that there was three rooms branching off. Bedrooms, to be exact. They all had queen-sized beds with fluffy pillows and an ensuite.

"Well, if you excuse me, I am going to have a shower," Fletcher said.

"No, you're not," I said.

"huh?"

"If you're gonna be part of the team, you need to learn how to fight," I said.

"So is Skulduggery going to teach me?" asked Fletcher.

"No," I said, baring a savage grin, "I am."

"Oh no no no no-"

I tackled him.

"Well this is going to be fun!" exclaimed Skulduggery happily.

An hour later, Fletcher had numerous bruises, was breathing heavily and had sweat pouring off him in buckets.

I, however, had no bruises, was breathing peacefully and hadn't broken a sweat.

"Uh, Fletcher," Skulduggery said, "I think you should just stick to teleporting behind someone and whacking them in the back of the head."

"So...do...I," Fletcher wheezed. "Now, if you don't mind, I am going to have a shower."

"Kay," I said, "I'm going to bed."

I walked into the bedroom, changed into my oversized T-shirts and shorts and went to bed.