fandomtownies | The Arms Hotel, Friday

Mary wasn't getting any work done at the front desk. She would blame it on the weather, but the truth was that she wasn't the least bit cold. Rather, she was withering uncomfortably as Gunther stared at her breasts.

"Okay, that's enough. Is there something bothering you, Gunther?" Mary asked as she slammed her paperwork on the desk.

Gunther turned pink, shifted his gaze to the floor, and mumbled something about how he felt he should manually check to make sure that all of Mary's, um, parts were firmly reattached after last weekend's incident. He withdrew his suggestion after Mary threw a coffee carafe at his head.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Pesto-Crusted Chicken Breasts
Caramelized Onion and Roasted Red Pepper Linguine
Vanilla Ice Cream With Maple-Walnut Sauce

[Open! The OCD has been frozen out.]