A dead body in a bed, AND you're hung over!

You start walking towards the lobby, with a crude bathrobe from your room to hide the massive amounts of blood on your shirt. You start walking up to the desk, when you feel quite heavy on the left leg. You look down and reach into the pocket. Out comes a revolver, but you know you don't own one. It must be the dead girl's. Oh, crap. The bellhop saw you. He's screaming for help. The patrons are running. Well you didn't really have anyone to call anyway.