Hotel California

[Dr. Strange]

thnx... ( i call after him...)
*curses under breath and goes to room, sinking into shadows and escaping the light before i change...*

[Arke]

The bellhop breathed a sigh of relief as the furre left the lobby. What the heck just happened?

[Dr. Strange]

*gets back up, goes downstairs and grabs the bellhop*
WHERE ARE YOU AT KID??? WHAT'S A'MATTER WITH YA??!!!

[Arke]

The bellhop let out an embarrassingly girlish shriek and tried desperately to assume the fetal position, sure that he was about to be torn in half or killed in some other, equally gruesome fashion.

[Dr. Strange]

(bares fangs and snarls)
WHERE'S THE MANAGER??!!! HMMM??
*stretches wings out to full extent and gets ready to  shoot fire at the bellhop...*

[Nyxlie]

Nyxlie came down the stares to find a rather vicious looking dragon type assaulting the poor defenseless bellhop.

"Do you get laughs on assaulting defenseless furres or are you just that cowardly?" Nyxlie said with a smirk, as she leaned on the banister. No one would have known that just a few moments ago Nyxlie had been scared to death from her current demeanor.

[Dr. Strange]

(whips tail around, face too and sees nyxlie)
ohh, its just you... i'm busy here...go bug somebody else...
*turns back to the bellhop, tail racing across the floor*
WELL?? WHERE IS HE??!!!! HUH??
*opens mouth wider, watching him cower*

[Arke]

Freezes up as the dragon asks him the question. "I... I don't know!" He was quite convinced that even though someone was sticking up for him, he was still quite screwed.

[Nyxlie]

Nyxlie rolled her eyes, "Leave him alone. Maybe if you weren't so busy picking on him, you could get off your lazy ass and look yourself."

Nyxlie walked passed, unimpressed at all with the snarling dragon and continued to look for the dining room.

[Dr. Strange]

the dinig rooms three doors down, on the left by the way...
*slowly lowers the bellhop, still snarling but softer now*
i'm gonna ask you this again, where is the manager?

[Arke]

The bellhop shook, still fearing for his life. "I'm sorry, but I don't know where he went!" He thought for a moment. "A-Actually, he might be in the bar... across the courtyard..."

[Dr. Strange]

good boy
*pats his head with my hand and walks away in the direction of the courtyard*
Arke? Arke? You out here?

[Arke]

Hearing his name, the manager poked his head out the kitchen door down the hall. "You rang?"

[Dr. Strange]

Yea i did, i want to ask ya something. Where's a place we can chat without being overheard?

[¿ Jesse Pawman ?]

He hears the commotion, goes down with his guitar, and smashes it on the dragon's head, knocking him out (because wood hurts, especially an electric guitar). "That outta teach ya to mess with furries."