After immense frustration and stupidity on my part, and lack of help from hers, we finally managed to get her clothes on and get into the hotel. For the most part she could walk, which indicated to me that I had probably not broken any of her bones when I hit her with the car. I let out a breath, thankful I hadn't done any real, visible damage.
The hotel was beautiful, as it had looked when I had initially looked at it on the internet. A grand looking and expensive looking chandelier in the waiting area, along with giant leather couches and all-glass coffee tables. The ceiling had a nice design of some Italian landscape.
"Ooooo..." The Pink haired girl said at my side, mimicking my head movement as I looked along the ceiling. "Fluttershy would like this place..."
I looked over at her in confusion.
"Who the hell is Fluttershy?" I asked.
She seemed to disregard the question and skip off towards the front desk, where a sleeping Employee quietly snored the late hours away peacefully.
"Hi!" She practically yelled in his face, startling him awake.
"Shi-" He stopped and looked her up and down, almost ogling at her appearance.
"How are you tonight young lady?" He said with a perverted smile as he leaned over on his elbow.
"I got hit by a carriage!"
He was probably in his mid-twenties or maybe early thirties, either way, he just seemed like a person you wouldn't want to get involved with. Especially in Miami.
"Oh for crying out loud..." I mumbled.
An odd feeling came about, a feeling to protect the girl whom I had just run over, like she was a kind of responsibility of mine.
I shook off the feeling but still wanted to get him out of the way, for her sake.
"Ahem." I said, appearing by her side.
"Oh." He said, standing up straight. How may I help you two?"
I didn't ever understand why, but asking for something from any kind of person always made me feel like a dick, whether it was a gas station clerk, a restaurant waiter or even this perverted hotel employee.
"Uh... Just a room for two." I said, thinking of the girl not having a place to stay.
"Oh, nothin' good happening tonight?"
Fuck. You. My brain thought.
"No." I said, gritting my teeth.
"That's a shame," He said, flickering his eyes down as Pinkie Pie turned around and slowly walked about the room looking at the hotel's interior again.
I stepped in front of his gaze.
"Just give me the fuckin' key." I said forcefully.
He handed me the key card to get into the room and I walked off taking Pinkie Pie by the wrist and moving her down the hall, staying in front or behind her to block his eyes from another look.
The hotel room was different from the main lobby, everything consisted of a small array of colors, the kitchen had bits of silver in it but everything else was either white or a light grey, the two had gone far up in the elevator, so they had a great view of the city lights through a giant rectangular window, reds and blues and yellows lit up the night streets with either car lights, neon signs or store interior glows fading out onto the street. we both sat in a large bedroom with two beds split by the main hallway, the beds also had a boring color or white covers, pillows and sheets with a chrome framework, the master bathroom had a large shower made out of some kind of stone, the thing looked like it was straight out of a magazine, with shower heads on each side, made for two people.
"So." I said, Lying on my bed as the girl jumped up and down on hers like a toddler, bouncing and laughing.
I didn't really know what to say, words just failed to surface as I watched a grown woman act so young.
"Pinkie Pie?" I said.
My voice was drowned out by her cute giggling and snorting.
"Cute?" I asked myself.
The girl was attractive, no doubt about that. But I had just met her! Not to mention I hit her with my goddamn car!
"PINKIE PIE!" I heard myself shout.
The girl seemed to freeze in mid-air for enough time for her to speak.
"What?" She asked, falling back onto the bed on her side.
"You're going to wake up the entire hotel with your laughter." I remarked. rubbing my eyes from what I had just seen.
Probably just my eyes. I thought.
"You're going to wake up the entire hotel with your un-fun-ness, Mr. Un-Fun Guy!" She said with her hands on her hips.
"I'm not un-fun." I argued. "I'm just tired."
"Awww, is wittle Wobby sweepy weepy?" She said, grabbing my cheeks and moving my head around.
"What?" I asked.
"Fine! We'll go to bed!" She said.
She jumped up and flicked the light off, leaving both of us in complete darkness.
I rolled my eyes and got under the left bed covers, slipping under the cool sheets and taking off the fancy pillows.
After a few seconds I felt a presence beside me, I turned over and saw those two bright blue eyes right in front of my face, we were practically touching noses.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Going to sleep" She whispered back.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Don't you want to sleep in the other bed?" I asked.
"Not really, you made this one look comfy, so I decided to sleep with you!"
"You don't find this awkward at all?"
"No. Not Really. Why?" She asked.
I lifted up the covers and turned on the lamp to switch beds, looking back at her I noticed her exposed breasts, that had only been inches away seconds before.
"Why are you naked?" I asked with a blush.
"Why aren't you?" She asked.
"Because... I don't sleep naked..."
"You don't?" She asked. "When me and the girls get back from the Grand Galloping Gala we take off our dresses to go to sleep."
"Grand Galloping Gala? Is that some kind of horse racing thing?"
"What is that?"
I finally got her to put one of my shirts and her panties back on without having to help her again.
I had moved to the other bed and turned out the light when she had got into some clothes.
She had ended up cuddling back into her bed and falling asleep minutes later, snoring lightly.
I stayed awake until my eyes drooped and I could hold them open no longer, just before I fell asleep I heard Pinkie Pie speak unconsciously.
"Cupcakes..." She said with a little giggle afterwards.