Hold on, isn't this a MEN's floor?

"The question is, what kind of fun are we going to have?" Jasmine asked Bryan. "After all, I'm responsible for you". She put her finger to her lips, sucking it in ever so slightly.

Bryan looked at Jasmine skeptically. "Okay, then, you're the RA for a GUYS floor?" he asked.

She laughed. "For the next two weeks, I'm IT," she said. "Franklin broke his leg and he's in traction, so I took over his floor as well as mine," she said. She tilted one shoulder forward. "See the service stripes?" she joked. "My third year as an RA. Check out the medals, too." She stuck her chest out at him.

Bryan turned pink. "Um, yeah," he said. Jasmine didn't have anything pinned to the front of her sweatshirt, but she filled it out rather well.

She grinned. "Don't give me any trouble and we'll get along fine, isn't that what I'm supposed to say? Achtung baby, here's the rules." She cleared her throat. "Don't get caught with ****, open flames, or controlled substances. The north fire escape has a good breeze. Don't be loud after midnight, this isn't the party floor. Well, not the PARTY party floor," she said. "More seriously, don't throw anything out the window or bring anything in the window. Don't catch anything on fire, break anything you can't pay for, or run out on a mess you make. Make sure the furniture goes back where it came from when you're done. If you see a cute girl from my floor, chat her up first. Nicely. I taught 'em all how to break fingers, so don't be a dick."

"Okay," Bryan said. He wasn't sure what to expect, but it sounded like a good place to start.

"Here's all this in print, well, not exactly like that. You can get the unofficial Donnybrook Hall guide from Brent in 302."

"Thanks," Bryan said. He took a couple of official-looking stapled sheets from her.

"Shake, partner," she said. She stuck out her hand. He took it and she gripped firmly and shook. "Welcome to my world, Mister 517B, I hope you'll like it. Off to corrupt another freshman!" she said. She opened the door, then turned back to Bryan. She grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt with both hands and yanked it out. She paused, looking at Bryan.

Bryan gaped in confusion.

Jasmine flipped up her sweatshirt, exposing a pale pink belly, a deep innie navel, and...stopped there. "Maybe the next fresh meat'll be more receptive to my Mardi Gras move," she said. Jasmine winked. "See you!"

"See you!" Bryan said with a mixture of enthusiasm and bewilderment.

As Bryan was unpacking, Scott came in. "Hey Scott!" Bryan said. "The RA came by, and she's a GIRL! And, well, I think this is a party dorm."

"Dude, would I let you down?" Scott said. "Hey Bri!" he said, waving a flyer, "You gotta check this out!"