The pounding wouldn't stop. It wasn't very loud, but it was consistent enough to worm its way through his brain and wake him up. It was someone at his hotel room door. He tried looking through the peephole, but something seemed to be blocking his view and all he could see was black. He opened the door with the latch on and attempted to understand what it was that he was seeing, but there was a swirl of black material and gibberish that seemed to be focussed on 'lemmein' 'comeon' and 'I gotta go' being the repeated phrases.
Giving up on the safety aspect of things, he pushed the door closed far enough to disengage the safety latch. The swirl of material wooshed through the door and before he really identified what or who it was the bundle had pushed into the bathroom and he very quickly heard the sounds of someone relieving themselves for what seemed an absurdly long time.
He left the door ajar so the light in the hallway provided some illumination, but moved back into the room and sat in the desk chair. The toilet flushed and he heard running water. A minute later the whirling bundle of material came around the corner, teetered there for a moment and with a single step flopped onto the bed motionless. Getting up he finally turned on a light and went and shut the door and wondered what the next step was. He investigated the body to ensure it was still breathing. A bit more looking determined that it was female and the swirl of black was some type of costume. The legs that had been revealed with the flop were covered in fairly fine fishnet stockings. There appeared to be some small wings and a tattered cloak that pretty much obscured any sense of figure. And she was snoring.
Now what? He supposed he could call the front desk and have them send security up. Considering she was passed out, they would probably have to get a stretcher to get her out of there. She had been kind enough to crash on the spare bed, rather than the one he had been sleeping in. After evaluating numerous scenarios, he decided that a trip to the front desk might be in order. Making sure he had his room key, he pulled some shorts over his boxers and slid into his sandals before heading downstairs.
He was in town for business for the week and had finished up on Friday. He hadn't been too excited to learn that the local cosplay convention was going to be over the weekend. But given that he got the company rate on the room for the extra four nights and he was going to be sight seeing and checking out the surrounding area, he decided as long as the noise levels weren't too bad he'd be okay. And from what he saw from the early arrivals, the scenery was certainly going to be interesting! The person on duty at the front desk eyed him carefully when he approached.
"Noise complaint?"
"Not really. I'm not sure how to classify this. Someone was pounding on my door, not violently, just consistently. When I opened the door, I couldn't see what was going on through the peephole, or even through the chain. They swirled into the room around me, used the bathroom and then passed out on my spare bed. I'm not sure they could be woken up at this point, but I don't want to be accused of kidnapping or imprisonment. I guess I don't have a problem with her, and I'm assuming it's a her based on the stockings, sleeping there as long as that's all she does. And I don't really see a need to get the police involved. But if anyone is looking for a woman wearing black wings and a cape, they're asleep in my room."
"Okay, I'll make a note to save the video footage from the hallway there. At least we'll know how she got there! Might be important later on!"
"Good idea! Hey, can I put in an order for breakfast?" After ordering up a couple of cups of coffee, lots of orange juice and a couple of breakfast sandwiches he returned to his room. The other bed was still occupied. He pulled the extra blanket out of the closet and laid it over the sleeping form before returning to his own bed. Surprisingly enough, he was able to fall asleep pretty quickly.
He woke about his normal time in the morning, groggily realized it was Saturday and he didn't have to be anywhere, he rolled over to see if another sleep cycle could be added to his rest. Only to snap fully awake on seeing the occupied bed. Last night's events quickly flooded into his memory and he checked the clock. Breakfast was going to arrive in about 45 minutes. He stuck his head out in the hallway to see if there were any search parties roaming the halls. There was no one in sight.
Deciding to just move forward with his day, he grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom. After a shower, he never shaved on weekends unless there was a reason, and getting dressed he dug through his dobb kit and found his Tylenol. He filled a glass with water and set them by the occupied bed. He had no idea how long she was going to be out.
The arrival of breakfast was the turning point. Evidently the smell of coffee penetrated the brain of the sleeper and there was a stir from the bed. He poured himself a cup and started sucking it down, the caffeine kicking his own awareness up a couple of notches.
A series of mumbles started from the bed, the only thing that was intelligible was "...koofffeee" at the end.
He poured another cup, "Do you take it black, or do you want cream and sugar."
"Jusssblaaaack."
After setting it on the nightstand, "You know, I really like to know who I'm sharing coffee with in the mornings."
The head popped up off the bed and a muffled scream turned into a bit more understandable "Damn contacsh!"
He winced. He had seen the results of those that had slept with contacts in when they shouldn't. He went to the bathroom and used some hot water to wet down a washcloth and brought it to her and placed it on her eyes.
"You know, it's probably good that you can't see right now. You have no idea where you are and I have no idea who you are. Let me help you sit up and get oriented. We'll let the moisture soak into your eyes and hopefully loosen up the contacts. Okay give me your right hand. Here's the coffee, here's a glass of water and there is tylenol there if you want it. My name is John Barrister, people call me Jack."
"Zo where am I?"
"You are in the hotel and I am guessing you and some of your friends have rooms here for the convention. You had too much last night and were pounding on my door demanding to be let in. When I opened my door, you staggered into the bathroom, used the toilet, came back out and passed out on the bed. Good morning!"
She rubbed her eyes with the washcloth and fumbled around and found the water. Dipping her fingers in she rubbed some of the water into her eyes and slowly managed to open them. The black mascara was running pretty much everywhere. She grimaced as she slowly worked her eyes open, revealing some pretty realistic looking fangs in her mouth. That explained some of the slurring. The eyes didn't look too red, at least the whites didn't. Evidently the contacts gave her red/orange cat eyes. After splashing a bit more water in her eyes, she drank down the water and reached for the coffee.
"Okay, Jack. I'm Dark Angel, I mean, my name is JJ, but I'm dressed as Dark Angel from anime." The blanket had slipped off when she sat up. Her outfit appeared to be strips of black cloth with one end firmly fastened to a piece of foundation clothing and the other flapping loosely. It provided lots of tantalizing peeks at her body without actually revealing anything untoward. But it was obvious that she had some pretty good sized breasts snuggled in there, the cleavage being nicely highlighted by the flapping ends.
"Zo you just let me zleep here?" She could see that the other bed had been slept in.
"Well, I wasn't sure what to do. I was pretty sure no one was going to be waking you up anytime soon. You were face down on the bed and breathing pretty well. I reported your presence to the front desk in case someone was looking for you, and to sort of cover my ass if there was anything reported. The alternative would have involved police and paramedics and probably a hospital visit."
