"Let me show you to your rooms," Felipa said, taking Carmen by the arm.
I'll see about some rooms at the hotel.
Everyone liked the idea, so they returned to their rooms and cleaned up.
After the ice cream "party", as Destiny called it, they all went to their rooms to rest and prepare for the real party.
Such beautiful things should be displayed in the rooms downstairs.
I thought he could stay in one of the rooms upstairs at night – if you don't mind.
There are three small rooms upstairs but we'll explain about them later.
There are three small rooms up stairs.
There were rooms to fill and appliances to purchase.
We're in adjoining rooms at a cheap motel that's not noted for its sound insulation.
Several of the rooms on either side were open, revealing couples in various stages of undress, a room with junkies shooting up and potheads lighting up, and a room filled with what looked like people sleeping.
The sense grew stronger as she led them down the hall past a waiting room and nurse's station towards the quiet hallway lined by patients' rooms, each housing four to five patients.
She was in one of the main rooms of the mansion.
She drove to the bed and breakfast instead, where the friendly woman who rented rooms had left the back door open for her.
These elderly patrons paid their bills, didn't trash their rooms and, to a person, were breathlessly enthralled with the mountains, weather, scenery, and everything else about the beautiful mountain town of Ouray, Colorado.
The hundred-year-old Victorian building contained nine rentable rooms, each with a private bath.
The second floor contained six quarters, five rooms for guests and the rear left corner occupied by Fred O'Connor.
Monday was transition day at Bird Song, with the arrival of six new guests to fill three vacated rooms, with only the four Dawkins, Brandon Westlake, and Pumpkin Green staying on.
The Dawkins have three rooms for four people.
While Cynthia hemmed and hawed about the most diplomatic way to suggest that the Dawkinses might billet down to two rooms from the three they now occupied, the situation cured itself.
Towels were in short supply, rooms needed quick cleaning, and Cynthia, Maria, and Dean had their hands full.
Somehow painting those rooms didn't have the same appeal.
He never thought twice about searching the rooms for something he didn't know existed.
He opened the door to the rooms he knew as well as his cabin.
His cabin was tiny, two rooms, with the walls lined with weapons he'd collected over the years.
She searched for half an hour before spotting her sister sitting in one of the airy rooms off the hallway near the buffet.
She followed him up a set of regal stairs to the second floor, where multiple rooms lined a hallway.
She tugged the heavy door open by its old iron handle and gazed into a large square of grass, a courtyard, around which many similar rooms with heavy doors were arranged.
They crossed through a common area with a kitchenette and large, flat-screen TV, past a gym, a library, and a few other common rooms, and into the barracks area, which bustled with activity.
She forced herself not to cover her tattoo with her hands as she followed her sister to the second floor, where the private rooms were.
"I have something to show you," she said and took his hand, pulling him toward the guest rooms lining the small courtyard.
She led him first down the hallway where the gym was, pointing out the locker rooms and weapons room before taking him to the second floor to Jonny's wing and past her doorless room.
They went to separate rooms to change out of their wedding attire - probably the last time they would do so separately.
We'll get a bed out of your house and put it in one of the rooms here so you'll have a dry place to sleep.
It seemed more of the investigation time of this case had taken place in motel rooms than anywhere else.
Fortunately, room 22 was taken and they settled for adjoining rooms on the second floor near the end of the building.
When they reached the rooms he took her key and opened her door.
The power was restored and both rooms blazed with light.
He jumped to his feet flipping light switches and stumbling through both rooms, barely seeing still-sleeping Cynthia through eyes pinched nearly closed against the intrusive brightness.
He unobtrusively managed to locate all of the three renters of the adjoining rooms through their license plate numbers and was able to speak to two of them.
That way you'll have 20 vacant rooms 'stead of just 19.
The room had a musty closed-up smell and looked like a thousand other motel rooms in a thousand other cities.