Best Laid Plans

[Hammerstein]

The Rookery is a small but luxurious inn just outside London proper. It's not the type of lodging Hammerstein typically chooses, but this isn't just a business trip for the UKWF, but it's also a Valentine's Day getaway for him and his girlfriend, Holly ‘Holly Guacamole’ Buchanan.

Hammerstein planned the trip and, up to this point, everything has went off without a hitch. But, the best laid plans of mice and men sometimes go awry.

“But I don't understand, bro. I had da two rooms reserved, now you sayin ain't no rooms. Whassup, bro?”

Hammerstein and Holly Buchanan stand at the registry of The Rookery as the concierge tries to explain the situation.

“I am sorry sir, there was a problem with the reservation system. The Publican tried to contact you.”

Holly looks at the concierge a stern look on her face.

“Well, what rooms do you have?”

The concierge fumbles around a bit then smiles, proud of himself.

“The Honeymoon Suite is available!”

Hammerstein looks at him sideways.

“The Honeymoon S….”

“We’ll take it!” Holly cuts him off.

“But...but…” Hammerstein stammers.

“If it's the only room they have, it's the only room they have, Hammie,” Holly reasons, “We gotta have a place to stay. And im sure he’ll give it to us at a regular room rate, considering your status, won’t you, sir?”

“But, madam, that was not part of our…”

“WON'T you, sir?” Holly interject, placing her finger on the concierge’s lips.

“Yes, madam. Mr. Hammerstein, we here at the Rookery are most honored to have a man of your stature staying with us. We hope you enjoy your stay here as you prepare for your grappling contest.”

The concierge lays the key to the Honeymoon Suite on the counter. Holly grabs the key and turns to walk away.

Hammerstein grabs the bags and follows, blushing, and muttering to himself about what the chances of this happening would be, and repeating the words ‘Honeymoon Suite’ nervously.

Holly pats him on the shoulder then turns back to the concierge….and gives him a wink and a smile.

**Five minutes later**

Holly Buchanan turns the key and opens the door to the room and smiles.

“What a room!”



Hammerstein walks in, sees the lavishness of the room, and drops the bags.

“WOWZERS!”

Holly walks into the bathroom.

“Hey, I'm gonna take a shower and hit the hay, jet lag and all.”

As Holly showers, Hammerstein pulls out his tablet and begins watching Cross Recoba and Hunter Storms’ matches. The shower stops and shortly after, Holly walks into the room, wearing Super Girl pajamas. As she crawls into bed, Hammerstein puts the tablet away and heads toward the bathroom.

“Gonna was some dis funk off me, but not da good kinda funk.”

He looks for a reaction from Holly, but she’s already asleep.

*fifteen minutes later*

Hammerstein emerges from the bathroom, his normally spiked hair flat against his head. He grabs some pillows and blankets and sets up the window sofa bench. He lays down and tries in vain to find a comfortable position. He decides to just sleep sitting with his back against the wall when he notices Holly's pajamas are folded on the bench at the foot of the bed. Holly's sleepy voice catches his attention.

“Why don't you get into bed, Hammie? You won't get any rest sleeping there.”

Hammerstein scratches his head.

“But ya won't get no rest on dis ting either. And I ain't makin ya give up da bed for me.”

Holly giggles and pulls back the sheets a little, just enough that Hammerstein can see the silhouette of her body.

“No, silly. I'm not givin’ up the bed.
There's room enough for both of us.”