As you close the door behind you you can hear noise down the hall. Turning you see Jack and two of his friends from the team talking. Seeing you the trio all wave and then split up, the two team mates going into their room and Jack heading towards you.
Struggling to manage what you hope is a natural looking smile you tilt your head toward the door, "I thought you were already in there, that's why I was being quiet."
Jack looks at you, confused, "Lisa was hanging out with me earlier, but she left."
"I don't think so," you laugh, "Because I can hear someone asleep in there."
"Figures," Jack shakes his head, "I'll go in first and wake her up so she doesn't get upset."
Upset is likely going to be an understatement, though you're glad he's taking the lead. Lisa really does hate you and you don't want to think about what would happen if you had woken her up.
Jack walks past you, opens the door and takes two steps into the room before freezing.
"Holy shit," he whispers hoarsely, "What the fuck..."
He's staring at the now hirsute Lisa, his eyes traveling up and down from her bearded face to her hairy legs and back again. You can't help but notice that his eyes linger on her breasts, despite, or perhaps because of the thick, coarse hairs covering them. There plenty of things you expected to happen, but Jack's response still catches you off guard.
He burst out laughing.
Lisa awakes with a soft gasp and glares, first at him and then at you, "What's so funny?"
She doesn't even have the decency to be embarrassed for being in your room uninvited.
Jack makes a vague motion at her and continues to laugh.
"What?" her expression grows darker, her thick eyebrows furrowing as she frowns.
"How did you do it?" he manages to gasp out between laughing.
"Do what?" she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. As she does this her eyes grow wide and she looks down at herself. Her expression goes blank as she runs her hands over the long, dark hairs on her arms and chest. In the process she catches sight of her legs and then her stomach, complete with its luxurious treasure trail. With shaking hands she pulls at the hair, as though unable to believe that it's really there. When it doesn't come away she screams.
Jack stops laughing and looks from you to her. You shrug, doing your best to look innocent.
"What's wrong?" Jack rushes over to her side, only for her to shove him away.
She her eyes fall on you and she stops screaming, "You did this to me!"
Glaring she points an accusing finger at you and you freeze, terrified that she somehow knows about the flashlight, "I...uhh..."
"You glued all this to me while I was asleep," she continues, "If I get a rash from this I'm going to have you kicked out."
It's all you can do to keep from letting out a sigh of relief. She's not accusing you because she knows, but because it's what she'd do in pretty much any situation.
"Calm down," as always Jack is quick to act in an attempt to diffuse the situation, "He wouldn't do something like that. Just go to the bathroom and see about washing it off. The door was unlocked when we got here so it could have been anyone in the hall. While you're in the shower we can ask around to see if anyone saw anything."
She nods, still glaring at you, "Okay, but wait until I'm out of the shower. I don't want anyone seeing me like this so you'll need to wait outside the door until I tell you it's okay."
Together the two of you end up escorting her down the hall to the shower, Jack lending her a bar of soap and several towels since she didn't want to risk being seen on the way back to the girls' dorm. He remains outside the bathroom door while you go to ask if anyone knows anything. Of course you know your search isn't going to turn up anything, but Jack's your friend so you want to help him out.
The first few doors you knock on there's no one in, which is is fine. About half way down the hall you finally get a response, a skinny dark haired guy in glasses answers, "Hey, what's up?"
"Just trying to figure out who played a joke on my roommate's girlfriend," you say, deciding to keep things vague, "She was asleep in our room and left the door open someone decided to go in and mess with her. She didn't see who it was though."
The guy shakes his head, "Didn't see a thing I've been here the whole time trying to get my computer connected to the internet. Is the school network down again or something? I guess that explains the screaming I heard earlier though, doesn't it?"
"The prank or the internet being down?" you ask, laughing.
The guy shrugs, "Either one works I guess."
Thanking him you continue down the hall, on a search that, as expected, turns up nothing.
When you finish you head back to your room and are surprised to see that Jack isn't there. You wonder where he's gone to.