Things get worse...

Erica had been frozen in indecision for almost a minute, standing in front of an open door, on the third floor of a women's dorm wing, 3/4th of the way through finals week Spring semester. It was a little after midnight on a slightly muggy April evening. A laptop positioned behind her felt like a firehouse to her mind as she envisioned all the people watching from the other side.

Lisa ever the instigator was getting bored with this holdup. While some of the other girls made good use of the delay as a chance to text a few surprises into being.

Erica found the literal rug pulled from under her as she caught herself on all fours in a half splits. As Lisa stood back up smirking Erica glanced behind her and realizing the show she was presenting was finally spurred into action.

She quickly scrambled towards the door and up at the same time in an undignified rush to the door. The other girls quickly followed her out into the common room.

They found themselves in an ordinary enough place decorated in the school colors, a few cafe-style 4 top tables, a few boxes of couches with coffee tables in the center around the edges. Flatscreen TV's hung from the wall in varies places. Overall the place could probably seat 80 people shoulder to shoulder. The thing that stuck out to Erica where the floor to ceiling glass windows on 2 sides of the room, and the thankful emptiness of the place for now. She was looking for something to cover with a discarded sweater, anything and almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a door close.