<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/2e/b0/41/2eb0419ab7ac83240790eadc54f8e76e.jpg)</div>The room had obviously been made up during the day while the occupant was out. The sheets and comforter were pulled tightly over the bed and tucked in that pristine, yet impractical way that always forced the occupant to untuck everything before they could climb in. The floral pattern on the bedding was about as unisex as the hotel could manage, apparently. The pillows under the linens had been fluffed and similarly tucked in a faux pocket within the bedding. Elsewhere, the carpets were recently vacuumed, fresh towels hung and placed. The only evidence, in fact, that the immaculate room had a current occupant was the opened suitcase on the dresser, the various neckties and pair of belts hanging near the door, and the extra pair of shoes at the foot of the bed.<br/><br/>The balcony outside overlooked the city proper, and the moon above was nearing full. It was the twelfth story of the hotel that contained this particular room, and it was one of the few that had been popularized for the view. The main strip of the town was below, with flashy clubs and entertainment lighting up the street. Luckily, the noise was dampened well enough by the walls and sliding door that inside the room was nearly perfectly silent.<br/><br/>It was not a cheap room, and booking it had been difficult. But there were instances when being able to show off such extravagances caused the expenses to pay for themselves, at least in benefits.<br/><br/>There was a strange, muffled bang on the door, as if a body, or tangled bodies had just collided with it. Fumbling and light scratching at the solid door could be heard, mixed with indistinguishable voices and laughter. The sound of a keycard finally finding slot and the beep that granted entrance led way to the door nearly flying open and three forms striding in. The male had his arm around one of the females, while the other female was holding onto a belt-loop and tugging at his tie in a teasing manner.<br/><br/>The man used his free arm to lift the chin of the brunette and tease his lips across her own, then flashed a teasing grin at her. The trio stumbled into the room half from the few drinks they'd shared and half because they were trying to walk as a single entity. The door closed with a much quieter click as it was designed to automatically.<br/><br/>David glanced back and forth between the blonde and the brunette and thought back to just how he’d gotten into this rather favorable situation.<br/><br/><div align="center">*    *    *</div><br/>Several hours earlier, David was walking into what was rumored to be the best club in town. He wasn't impressed, but he was never much of a club-goer as it was. He just really needed a drink (or three) and to blow off some steam. The conference he’d been attending was nearly to a close, and it had been one of the most boring experiences of his professional career.<br/><br/>At 32 years old, the man had done well for himself. He was making six figures a year as a consultant and worked mostly from home, these days. But this conference, like most, had taken him out of town. He wasn't much a fan of traveling, and less so for seemingly no productive reason. So, here he was, trying to make the best of a rather boring week. Just two more days.<br/><br/>David ordered a drink from the bar and scanned the expansive club as he waited. His eyes had drifted up to the second floor when the drink was placed before him. He took his first sip and sighed in satisfaction. At least that much was good.<br/><br/>He paused and tilted his head as he spotted two very attractive women, a blonde and a brunette, at a table nearby. Now,<em>there</em>was something good. He leaned against the bar and watched for a while. It was difficult to say exactly what attracted him, but there was certainly something that made the normally introspective man want to cross the club and speak with them. He sighed softly and clutched his drink as he decided to go for it. After all, what did he have to lose?<br/><br/>He wasn’t much known for his opening charm, and while he’d had his share of relationships, getting one’s foot in the door was always the hardest part.<br/><br/>Upon his eventual arrival, he started to speak up above the music as his 6’2” stood above their small table. “Mind if I -” his words were cut off as someone ran into him from behind, causing David to almost lose his drink… right into the blonde’s lap. Thankfully, he managed to catch the glass and redirect the small spillage onto the table, instead. He sighed and glared behind himself at the clearly drunk revelers as they walked away towards some other table.<br/><br/>“Sorry about that,” he said as he grabbed a cloth napkin from the table and began wiping up his drink. “Mind if I join you while I order another? I’m David. It’s nice to look the fool for you.”