When Cain woke up he was momentarily confused. Just a single moment of wondering whose bed he was in because it was dark. And then he remembered and he grinned into the darkness and stretched and yawned, rolling out of bed. He was aching all over from all the activity last night. His ass wasn't back to normal yet. It felt exactly like what had happened; that something big had gone in there, pushed itself all around, and then exited.
He felt along the wall for the lightswitch, knowing there was another one above the headboard. He ended up on his knees rubbing his palms across the wall, back and forth. He'd thought his eyes would adjust to the darkness but there was nothing. Pitch black meant pitch black, he supposed. His fingers found the switch - a lot higher up than he'd expected, and farther off centre than he'd remembered - and he squinted before he clicked it on. The diffused light didn't hurt his eyes at all and he was pleased by it.
He admired his new bedroom again before he reacquainted himself with the bathroom. His few supplies in there looked meagre, but they made the tiled room his. His toothbrush, his brand of toothpaste, his hairbrush, shaver and a few little extras in the top drawer. His deodorant, ready to apply once he stepped out of the shower. He didn't really need a shower though, just a toilet stop.
He couldn't find a clock anywhere in the room and thought he'd buy one today, or get the people downstairs to send one up. Was that how it worked? He dressed into a t-shirt and his ripped jeans, not bothering with socks or shoes. He grabbed his brush and opened up the door, seeing that Ben's and Kerr's bedroom door was still closed and that the apartment was still dark, but there was a faint blue light that permeated the apartment. With brush in hand he followed it out, wondering what it was and eye-rolled at himself. The aquarium! Of course. He so wasn't used to that.
He used the light of the aquarium to find other light switches and had them blazing. He spied a clock - a fancy, modern analog one that didn't have any numbers or dash-lines or anything. By the position of the hands he figured it was twenty past two. Wow, he'd woken up earlier than usual. And it didn't feel like daytime at all.
The roller shutters were down. He remembered being told that one of them had a button to roll it up but he couldn't remember and he couldn't be bothered hunting. He just wanted some food in him. Wasn't there a restaurant in here somewhere? He remembered that there was a coffee shop. Maybe he should just get room service, so he didn't have to wander around looking scruffy and answering questions. He had no idea who might be asking him questions but it felt safer just to chill out in the penthouse.
He found the phone and picked up the handset, trying to remember the number for the kitchens. He took so long that someone spoke into his ear without him having to dial anything.
"Concierge."
Cain struggled to think of something to say. He blurted out the first thing on his mind. "Do you have a clock?"
"Do you mean the time, sir? It's twenty-three minutes past two."
"Thank you. I haven't had lunch." He cringed at himself. "Sorry, I don't know how to do this stuff."
"That's alright, sir. Just let me know what you would like to eat and I'll have the kitchen send it up."
"Um. Toast and jam?" he suggested. "And coffee?"
The concierge did his thing and Cain said he would see him later and then hung up, cringing at himself. Damn, everyone would think he was an ignorant hick. He had to get used to living in the lap of luxury, now that he was sleeping with vampires who were hyper-rich.
Breakfast came with extra stuff that he didn't ask for. Two strips of bacon, a poached egg, a little tub of creamy sauce that he thought might be hollandaise. Four pieces of toast with rectangles of butter, the cutest little jam holder that had four tiny jars in it and an amazing coffee. He asked what to do with the tray when he was done because he'd greeted the waiter at the lift, and was told just to put it on the table opposite. Easy.
He was making himself a list of shows and movies he wanted to watch on Netflix after setting up a profile for himself when the shutters rolled up. They whirred slowly upward, catching his attention and bringing him to the window where he could look out at the city. Seeing it like this, from this high up, made everything feel small and unimportant and unreal. When he heard a door open, he turned to see who it was coming out to greet him, but he stayed near the window.
