Waking up the following day, rested and revitalized, everyone felt like it had been ages since they were allowed a good night's sleep.
Sure, they had slept in small spurts aboard the plane, or rested their eyes in the cars, but that was far from being the same as sleeping in a bed, somewhere that doesn't move around you.
Well, everyone but David, who woke up groggy after barely three hours of sleep, and extensive physical activity in the night.
When he came out of his room, noticing he was alone in it, he looked around with half-shut eyes, wincing from the pain the sun was causing to his eyes.
"Urgh… Coffee," he moaned, seeing some of the others pass in front of him toward the last room on the right.
"Good morning to you too, stud," Killian mocked, his ears still metaphorically bleeding from what they were forced to hear for the better part of the night.
"Stud? What do you…" he started saying, before his eyes went wide.
