Author's Notes: If it helps anyone to get the vibe that I'm trying to put off with this story they can play Hotel California while you read this. That's what I do when I write it. Please enjoy and let the Hotel California take you it.

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,

'Please bring me my wine'

He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'

And still those voices are calling from far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

They livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Chapter 2 Here to Stay

I looked at the phone once more before I hung it up for good. I'd hoped that there wouldn't be anymore of those wake-up calls. Rolling out of bed, I reached for the light switch. Once the light was on, I fished through my carry bad and pulled out a pair of faded jeans with holes in the knees. There fit snug but not as snug as the pair I'd worn the previous day. I then pulled out a light gray T-shirt that showed my toned body off. If I wasn't going out there I might have seen Tiffany again. The faded clothes made my dark hair and matching eyes stand out like a lit match in the dark. I pulled on my tennis shoes and tied them up before I walked out into the hallway.
I saw my first guest there. He was a young man, about my age, with blonde curly hair that fell into his face, almost covering his eyes. He had a wide grin spread across his face and it made me smile just looking at him.
He gave me a little wave and his smile grew just a little wider. "You're a new guest aren't you?" He looked at me with blue eyes that weren't nearly as stunning as Tiffany's.
"Yeah, how did you know that?" I asked him. It was a reasonable question. How could a guest at a hotel know if another guest was new?
"I've been on this floor for a while now. I pretty much know everyone." He started to walk past me but I caught up and we started to walk abreast down the long corridor. "So I assume you met Tiffany." He stated. There was a look in his eyes that said that he saw the same thing in her that I did. Just mentioning her name made him glow just a bit more.
"Yeah, I met her. Does she work here?" If he knew everyone around here, he was probably the best person to ask.
"No, she's a guest too. She just helps out the Captain sometimes."
"The Captain? Who's the Captain?" I asked. The first thing that popped into my mind was a sailor of some sort.
"Yeah, he owns the hotel. We all just call him Captain." He said it like it was normal. For some reason the mentioning of this "Captain" made me grit my teeth and smile at the same time. It was like a pleasure and pain kind of thing. "But you'll get to meet him at the dance."
"What dance?" I'd heard Tiffany talk about the dance when I'd first shown up. Something about the bell signaling that the dance was about to start.
"You don't know about the dance?" One look into my eyes and he knew that I had no clue what he was talking about. "It is sorta like a party. All the guests are invited." His smile grew some more, showing pearly whites. "Tiffany will be there."
I tried to shake it off. It was apparent that this guy had the hots for Tiffany. I kind of followed him down the stairs and down another long hallway that led to a pair of glass doors. The glass was crystal clear and I could see that there were a few people outside. They were in the fenced in back yard that I'd seen before.
We pushed through the doors and I could hear the music, some sort of slow, almost depressing, almost happy music playing from a small band on a stage near the back of the yard. There weren't many people outside but all of them seemed to be dancing.
Eight people were dancing on the grass with no one in particular. I spotted Tiffany dancing with four guys surrounding her. They were all dressed very sharp and they were all good looking. She danced slowly with her eyes closed, not letting any of the guys touch her. She had changed out of the white gown that I'd seen her in before to a blue dress that came up three inches short of the knees.
I watched in silence as the other guest that I'd met joined the four men that dance around her. I was suddenly startled as I felt a presence behind me. I say that I felt it but he never touched me. It was the strangest thing that I'd never even try to explain.
I spun around instantly to see a man about ten years older than me with a tuxedo on and a smile on his face. His hair was parted to the side and he had a small goatee that stood out from the rest of his pretty boy face. I was going to say that he was about thirty five to forty years of age but he, like a fine wine, aged well. He was only a few inches taller than I was but it seemed like he was towering over me. The feeling of love and care hit me in a hard wave that almost made me double over.
"Hello, I'm the Captain." His voice rode over me like a tidal wave. It was soothing and unnerving at the same time. The feeling had an almost electric tingle to it that prickled along my skin and the hairs on my arms stand up. I had no idea what the hell was going on but I wanted to get out there more than anything in the world. But as much as I wanted to leave, I also wanted to stay.
"I'm-"
"Jack Tiller", he finished for me. The surprise must have shown on my face because he got a devious grin that showed certain self- satisfaction. "Tiffany told me about you." The surprise must have really shown on my face then. I could feel my cheeks getting red and hot just at the mention of her name. "She likes you", he said. "She doesn't usually like the guys."
"She likes me? How do you know that?" I asked. I wanted to be sure of it before I made the mistake of talking to her.
"Let me tell you something about this hotel," he seemed to ignore my question. "See those people dancing?" He pointed at the people, but I only looked at Tiffany. "Some of them dance to remember, and some to forget. Either way they dance, right?" I nodded but didn't really know where he was going. What did he mean by remembering and forgetting? "It doesn't matter how I know that she likes you. The only thing that matters is that it's true. So are you going to dance or not?"
I looked at him and for some reason he made too much sense. I found myself walking over to her without even thinking about it. I was going to dance to forget. I was going to forget about the many, many roads that I'd left behind me. I was going to forget about the sleepless nights and the endless tears. I was going to dance to forget the death of my parents. I was, above all else, going to dance to forget that I wasn't with Tiffany.
I walked through the five dancing men like they hadn't even existed. They parted out of my way, never looking at me, always at Tiffany. Her body glistened with the sweet summer's sweat and she opened her eyes just long enough to see me. Her expressionless face suddenly grew a half smile at the corners of her lips. I didn't know how to stop what I was doing. There was no stopping it now. I put my body against hers, feeling the heat that radiated from her.
I could feel everyone's eyes grow large as I was the first to touch her. I just knew that I was the first to do this. Not knowing how I knew this just made it that much better. The feeling of a drugless high swept over my body as I wrapped my arms around her.
She raised her arms up and over my neck, pulling my face closer to her. I could breathe her in and I could smell that same scent that attracted me to the hotel in the first place. Coincidence? Our bodies rubbed up against one another's in a dance of pure lust and want. I could feel her emotions like I could feel her arms around me. There wasn't something different about this place, something dangerous, something deadly, but I didn't care. She pulled her body closer to me still and I could feel her heartbeat through her chest.
Her breast pressed up against me and looked at her with my eyes half open. She kept her eyes closed, facing the ground. Never had I seen anyone so beautiful in my entire life. Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead and rested on my brow and a line of sweat gathered on my upper lip. My body ached with desire and raw passion. I was in a state of complete happiness and I never wanted it to stop.
The music slowly started to die down and everyone started to clap and cheer. It was a small group but they managed to make a fair bit of noise. The band spoke into a small microphone.
"We are going to take a quick break", he said.
I looked at Tiffany as she pulled her arms away; I did the same. We looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before we both broke into a large smile. Those dimples showed up on her cheeks again and I just wanted to run my fingers through her hair.
"Would you like to find a table with me?" She offered. I hadn't even taken the time to notice that area around me. We were in some sort of courtyard that was very nicely kept. There were a few tables with umbrellas for shade during the day and there were many trimmed bushes. One of the trees, the one that caught my eye more than any of the others, was in the shape of a luscious apple.
She put her hand around my arm and softly pulled me over to a table the farthest away from everyone else. Jealous eyes looked at me from the other side but they quickly lost interest and went after some of the other female visitors.
My gaze drifted up to the Captain. He was looking at me with a monstrous grin that could give me nightmares and good dreams. He slowly turned around and, almost like magic, he drifted back into the hotel.
"You know you are the first guy that I've ever let do that?" She was out of breath but she still spoke with ease.
"I know", I said. I wasn't sure how I knew but for some reason I didn't care.
She looked a little stunned. "To be perfectly honest with you, I didn't think that you would dance. You don't seem like the type to dance."
"And you don't seem like the type to dance back", I smiled. "I just mean that I can't believe that a beautiful girl like you would dance with me."
"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret", she said it as she leaned in closer to me. She placed her cheek on mine and put her lips near my ear. "I like you"
When she pulled away I did everything in my power to keep from grinning. "I want some wine", I said.
"Just ask for it", she said it. The idea of it was too good to be true. Just ask for it and it would be there.
"What do you mean ask for it? Ask whom?"
"Do it just like this. Say out loud, 'bring me my wine'." She said it like something would happen.
Figuring that I'd humor her, I did it. "Please bring me my wine", I said. Sure enough the Captain came walking out of the hotel with two glasses of bubbly. I looked at him but there was no shock to my face. I'd been shocked too many times for one night and for some reason I was getting very comfortable.
He looked at me for a second. "You are already getting used to this place aren't you?" I shook my head. A laugh escaped his lips. "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969", he said.
Once again, I was shocked. "You've been here since '69? That would make you-" I started to count it on my fingers.
"No sir, that would be impossible. I've heard stories." Something about the way that he said it made me not believe him. But, he was right about one thing; it wasn't possible.
"Everyone!" He shouted. Everyone turned his or her eyes to us. "Jack is already at home here!" He announced. All of the guests started to clap and then, once again they all said in unison, "Welcome to the Hotel California."
"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" I asked Tiffany. She nodded in agreement and we both stood up from the table. We excused ourselves to the Captain and we walked back into the hotel.
It only took us a minute or so to get back to my room where she laid down on the bed. Being the gentleman that I am, I stood.
"Can I just ask what is it about this place? I feel something that I can't explain."
She smiled at me. It was the type of smile that a mother gives to a child that is asking about the boogieman. "This place is very special. The longer that you stay here the more you will find that out." I hadn't really thought about staying for longer.
"I can stay longer?"
"You can stay for as long as you want. I've been here for-a long time." She smiled at me. "My turn to ask you a question. What do you want? More than anything else, what do you want."
The smile on my face showed that I didn't even have to think about that one. I only had one thing that I really wanted. "Well, I want love. I want to be in love and I want someone to love me. I know it sounds ridiculous but that is it." I smiled down at her and then it struck me. It was impossible and it just couldn't happen. I'd been looking for someone to love my entire life and if just wasn't possible for me to fall for someone after one night of dancing.
"You don't want anything else? Popularity, money, cars, shelter?" I shook my head to all.
"None of those things can ever compare to love. I just want to be in- -" I stopped. I didn't even know her but I loved her. It sounded crazy in my head but I knew it was true. I could feel that there was something about her. She was the reason that I'd been drawn to the Hotel California in the first place.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Well, I love attention", she smiled. "And, I love all objects that are worth something." She was a material girl. It didn't phase me; there were a lot of them out there.
"That's why you liked having those guys stare at you out there?" I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know why I was already feeling this for her.
She laughed and embarrassed sound. "To be honest, yes. But it was different with you. I've never cared who it was that dance around me but with you I did." Her eyes met mine when she said this last part. "I can't explain it but I feel almost drawn to you", she said.
"Trust me, I know the feeling." We looked at each other for a moment before she stood up.
"Well Jack, I must go to bed now", she informed me.
"So I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
She nodded in agreement and then started to slip out the door. I stopped her as she was halfway out and her gaze turned back to me. I took a step in her direction and then hesitated. I was only a few inches from her face and I could smell her wonderful scent. I decided to throw caution to the wind and I leaned in for a kiss.
Her lips pressed against mine as she kissed me back. The warmth that radiated from her lips charged me up with a feeling that I'd never had before. There seemed to be a lot of that going around lately. We kissed for a few seconds and she was the one that ended it.
"Goodnight Jack", she said as she closed the door. I knew that she liked me too; I could feel it. I'd never believed in love at first sight but Tiffany was making a believer out of me. I licked my lips and I tasted like her. Clicking off the light and heading to the bed was one of the hardest things I'd have had to do.
"Some dance to forget", I said to myself in the dark.