When Pedro left Emma’s room, he couldn’t remember where the stairs were that went directly to the bathing room.  He trudged down the hall with one of his hands holding his large sombrero over the front of his naked body and the other hand holding his trusty shotgun.  His only option was to take the main stairs through the Saloon’s main room.  Shrugging to himself and whistling a happy tune he made his way down the stairs into the saloon bare assed.  When he entered the greatroom he paused and flashed a big cheesy grin half hidden by his ridiculously full mustache.  He was met with some cheers but mostly laughter as he scurried to the bathing room he inadvertantly gave everyone who wanted to see a good view of his backside.