How Not To Be A Groupie

Chapter Twenty Nine: Bad Dream

I let out a pathetic yelp of a scream and covered my face with the monitor and hanger. I heard a loud thud. "Fuckin' Christ, what the hell are ya' doin' here?"

I peeked at Bon through my fingers. He had just woken up. His hair was a mess, his shirt had vanished, and his eyes were half open. He set the lamp down in the corner. My heart racing, I settled back down. "Stelle's party is a bit too loud for me..." I said. I held up the key he gave me. "I thought I'd come here..."

"Oh...yeah, right, I gave that to ya'," he said yawning, calming down now that I wasn't some maniac. He scratched his shoulder and gestured to the bedroom. "Need a place to stay? Go on an' sleep in there, I'll take the couch."

"I'm perfectly fine taking the couch," I said. I could see the man still needed about ten more hours of sleep before he would be coherent. He shook his head. 

"Nah, I'm awake anyway...." He stiffened at the sound of Bunny's snoring. He pointed to the monitor. "What's that?"

"A friend of mine is drunk," I explained. "I'm listening for her to make sure she's okay." That was a shitty explanation but Bon's tired brain seemed to think that was good enough. He nodded and pointed at my hanger. "I locked the door. This is in case I need to get in again."

"Huh....well go on an' take your...things to the bed..." He yawned again and stumbled toward the couch. "I'll be out here if ya' need me..."

I watched him collapse on the couch and in an instant he was snoring. I smiled. Bon's a lovely man. Taking my gear with me to the bedroom I saw it was unmade and messy. There was a shirt tossed to the floor and a few pairs of underwear.

Charming.

Moving aside a pair of slightly yellow socks I made myself comfortable on the bed. I placed the baby monitor on the nightstand next to a book, also yellow, and put my hanger on the bed beside me. Bunny was snoring like a pug. I wasn't sure how well I'd be able to fall asleep, let alone if it was a good idea. What if I slept long enough where Bunny's snoring stopped? Maybe she would simply wake up and that would be it. But I couldn't imagine something happening to her on my watch and sleeping through getting her help in such a crucial time. 

It had already happened to Bon.

But Bon was here. He was here and he was safe and he would be for a little while longer. I took a deep breath and relaxed in the bed, not bothering to take any clothes off. Bon didn't need to see that. I closed my eyes and took deep calming breaths.

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Scurrying and scuffling woke me up. I sat up ready to bolt when I saw it was just Bon. He froze where he was standing, holding a shirt in his hands. "Did I scare ya'?"

Suddenly remembering where I was, I relaxed, my heart pounding. "No," I lied, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Bon kept rummaging around in his room for socks and shoes. I watched him for a minute wondering where the fire was. "Where are you going?"

"Out," he said. I could see he was much more awake now and his hair was a bit more tidy. "Friend of mine stopped by, asked if I wanted a drink." Bon showed me all his nice, white teeth. "Course I do."

"What time is it?" I couldn't stop yawning. 

Bon felt around for a jacket from his suitcase. He slipped it on and checked the pockets. "It's happy hour, that's what it is," he said. "Should be back sometime tomorrow mornin'. You're in charge."

I gave him a salute and he left the room. I heard the hotel room door close and decided to try my hand at sleep again. Bunny's snoring was still coming in loud and clear. It seemed no one thought to bother her. Or they simply couldn't get into the room. Reassured that I was safe here in Bon's room and that Bunny was safe in Stelle's, I let myself fall back asleep.