Amanda can't lend her any clothes

[Originally by Pantompen]

sorry Kenzie, a lot of classes i cant miss. i can drop one off this afternoon?

Groaning with frustration, Mackenzie plopped down on the bare mattress of her bed and tossed her phone aside. Another option down the drain. At this rate it seemed like the only thing left for the naked redhead to do was wait for one of her friends to come to her room and help her out. A glance at the clock hanging on the wall reminded her of how long of a wait that was. "Afternoon" was a vague term, but probably the earliest one of the three answers she'd received. That still left a good three or four hours at the least.

Three hours, stark naked, stuck in her dorm room by herself.

And that was assuming that nothing else happened to make Mackenzie's situation somehow worse.

What hadn't occurred to Mackenzie was that there was a high likelihood that one of the friends she'd texted was in fact the culprit responsible for her clothes disappearing. Willow had unrestricted access to the room, of course, and Marianne or Amanda could have stolen her spare key during the whole debacle with the fire alarm. There was, of course, the chance that someone else was responsible, but the possibility did exist.

"Fuck me..." Mackenzie muttered to herself as she stared up at the ceiling. "What do I do now?"