Not a creature was stirring, not even a Betelgusian sand lizard

[ritz-bellhop.livejournal.com]

I must be the best damned bellhop in five galaxies, I swear. Every room has been tended to, everyone's checked in, including our newest guest - Victoria in Room 7. No one's calling for room service, or fresh towels, or milling about the lobby looking lost. For the first time in my entire career, the Andromeda Ritz is content.

Could this suck any harder? I need some mayhem. Little trouble with a side order of chaos. And a thick slice of debauchery for dessert. Would settle for a hug, maybe, depending on who's delivering it.

Who does the bellboy call when he needs a bellboy? *pouts sexily*