It was one of the fur-cloaks.
The dreamy warmth of the cloak suddenly snapped away from Shanna, replaced by a disconcerting light and the familiar sound of Jack's voice. "Hey, did you run into a keg on your way back to the tent last night?" Shanna blearly saw Jack grinning at her at he stooped through the wide opened tent flaps.
Shanna tried to work some moisture into her morning cottonmouth, "What? What are you talking about, Jack? What time is it?"
"It's freakin' 1:00, girl. Us drunkies have been up for a couple of hours. We were starting to wonder if something was wrong with you."
Shanna heard Paul's voice from the center of their campsite, "Jack, is she up?"
Jack looked back out of the tent, "Yeah, she's up." He looked back to Shanna as she still lay inside her sleeping bag, "Are you up?"
Shanna nodded weakly. "I'm up. Now give a girl five minutes to get dressed, alright?"
Jack reached out and effeminately stroked the bottom or her sleep bag, "Ah, but I thought we might have a little special morning time, Shanna."
Shanna jokingly soured her face as she kicked through the bag, "Get out, perv." Jack laughed as he exited the tent with a flourish, closing the flaps behind him.
Shanna unzipped her bag, turning to look at her watch on the tent floor. Sure enough it displayed 1:04 almost mockingly back at her. She had slept for thirteen and a half hours, almost double her perpetual seven hour sleep pattern. She assumed the grogginess she felt came from well oversleeping her usual rest time. Her long underwear also felt very different from when she went to bed, uncomfortable and itchy, especially around her legs.
She rubbed the discomfort at her calves before deciding to unbutton the underwear bottoms to check for irritation. She gazed in disbelief as she peeled the bottoms further down her legs, revealing a visible growth of hair from her groin to thicker growth at her calves. She had shaved right before she left for the trip. "Christ," she muttered to herself as she attempted to pull the bottoms up in way that avoided pulling on the odd hair growth.
Shanna emerged from the tent fully dressed, still rubbing her legs. Paul and Katie were hovering over the portable grill the group had brought for the trip. The scent of cooking hamburger hit Shanna like the smell of her usual morning coffee. Jack sat in a canvas chair, listening to his Ipod and reading some car magazine.
Katie looked up from her assistant cooking duties, "Good afternoon, sleepy head!"
"Hey guys." Shanna greeted the three with a hand wave. Paul nodded briefly. Jack took out one of his headphone earpieces.
"I saw you kept those special mugs," Jack quiped with a little sarcasm in his voice.
Shanna sat down in the chair next to his. "They seemed really nice. I thought maybe those girls would want them back."
Jack shook his head. "No, I don't think so, " he snickered, "They must have been doing some sort of lesbian performer give-away. Those chicks gave Emily and Anna those mugs, too."
Shanna cocked her head, "Umm, who's Emily?"
"Oh, right, I forget you just returned from the land of the dead. Emily's the girl I was dancing with last night, and Anna is her cock blocking friend."
Shanna laughed, "You're such a dog. I feel bad for that girl."
"Nah, Emily's actually cool, and she lives near us. I mean, you know I would love to hit that, but she's definitely not a hit and run. Although I don't think I would mind someone running over Anna. She's a bitch."
"Jack, be nice." Shanna gave him a stern look. "So, I am going to meet this girl?"
"Yeah, Emily and her friend," Jack put a low inflection on the last two words, "are both coming back over for lunch."