Sorry for not putting a disclaimer in the first chapter (this is my first fanfic, if you couldn't tell already), but I'm here now! Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm or any characters. I also do no own Ocean City Resorts or the song "We Are Family." Yeah...uh...you'll see why I had to disclaim those once you read this chapter. Thanks for the nice reviews, all three of you! Once I get to ten, I'll list all the names in th A/N of a future chapter. :D

*Sabrina's POV*

Where in the effin' universe is Puck?! I called him multiple times, and left him several text messages, but he just wouldn't answer me. Maybe he was mad? When Puck's angry with me (it's usually about something dumb), he does not speak to me until he can help it. This cold shoulder he gives me lasts around five minutes per incident, without fail. He can't stand not talking to me, but still makes a point of trying not to. So, I guess that rules out him being mad at me. He better not have stayed with some girl while he was drunk. Don't get me wrong, I love Puck, but he's not the most responsible dude when it comes to alcohol.

I decided to call one last time before I gave up.

*Puck's POV*

The lobby was huge, like one of those fancy resorts at tourist destinations. I big, fancy-looking chandelier hung low in the center of the atrium. Emphasis on fancy-looking. As a king, I can tell real gold from spray-painted plastic expertly. I stepped out of the stainless-steal elevator (which was freezing) and army-crawled behind a large, tropical potted plant in an ornate vase.

"We are fam-i-ly! I got all my sisters with me! We are fam-i-ly! I got all my sisters with me!"

I frantically looked down at my cell phone as I hurried to squeeze myself behind a vending in the hotel lobby, pressed up against the cold wall. It's surprising how cold things are without clothes on.

I fumbled with my phone to turn off my annoying ringtone, that once again, Sabrina had changed from "I'm Sexy and I Know It." She's obviously jealous of my spectacular body.

Then it hit me. I had just drunk-cheated on Sabrina with some random girl I met at my high school reunion. I wouldn't be able to answer the phone and talk to her. I was too guilty and ashamed of myself for being such a terrible boyfriend to her. She's need totally faithful in the 4 years we've dated, and here I am, hiding behind a vending machine in a hotel, completely naked, because I got drunk and cheated on her. I can't go home. What will she say?! She'll leave me! I don't want to lose Sabrina, but...this is all my fault. I have to find something that will woo her back into loving me.

I peeked around the corner of the vending machine at the desk across the lobby. There was an elderly woman typing something on a computer while talking to someone on the phone. She looked way too old to even know how to use a computer or phone. Her snow-white (not in reference to the Grimm's family friend) hair was pulled tightly into a clasp behind her head, and her tiny, horned glasses sat low on her nose as she peeked at the screen. Her many bracelets jingled with every move of her wrists as she typed.

Great. If I make a run for it now, she'll see me and have a heart attack. I am not about to be responsible for someone's death at a time like this, although I am totally willing to break Pan's kneecaps at the moment.

Just then, my phone rang again.

"We are fam-i-ly! I got all my sisters with me! We are fam-i-ly! I got all my sisters with me!"

Stupid ringtone.

I panicked when the old woman at the desk seemed to hear my phone, but sighed of relief when she said "Okay, thanks for calling,' into the phone receiver, got up, and went into the "Employees Only" break room behind her.

My phone was still ringing when I ninja-rolled 15 yards across the lobby and out the door. I looked down at the screen. Sabrina. Again. Should I answer it? No. I can't. I'll have to explain to her where I am and what happened. Where AM I, anyways?

I backed up and looked at the huge sign above to door to the hotel.

"Ocean City Resorts," was in big, neon-blue block letters. I panicked for the umpteenth time that morning. I'm in Maryland?! I was in New York City! What happened last night?!

Wait...I'm still naked. I peeked back into the lobby. Thankfully, the lady was still on break. I crept back inside to her desk. Usually at hotels, there are lost-and-found boxes behind the front desks.

Sure enough, I found a box full of clothes, purses, cell phones, and toiletries, all left behind by people who stayed at this hotel. Finders keepers, losers weepers...right?

I dug trough until I found a pair of shorts, jeans, and a polo. I was not about to wear real underwear. Nasty. I settled on baggy basketball shorts to wear under the jeans. I took my time walking out of the hotel that time. I wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere, and I was no longer naked.

I thought back towards the girl I woke up in the bed with. I almost felt bad for her. I had just stuck her with the bill for the room, and totally ditched her, whoever she was. I could only hope that we used protection, because I really did not want to see her again, if you know what I mean.

I sighed. I am really screwed (no pun intended).