*Bang*
*Bang*
*Bang*
He might have ignored it had it stopped after the first three, but the banging got incessant and annoying.
With no other option, Leo surfaced from sleep and for a moment, he just lay there, blinking at the ceiling stain like it might explain what was happening.
The banging outside, though, continued.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, and then something less printable after it, pushing himself upright with the energy of a man twice his age and half his motivation.
The tracksuit had creased in new and creative ways overnight, and his mouth tasted like someone had carpeted it while he was unconscious.
He reached for his phone, and then the numbers that greeted him when he turned it on.
8:04.
He looked at the numbers for a moment before rolling his eyes a bit.
"Doesn't feel like it," he said to no one, and set it back down.
The banging came again as he got to his feet.
