The direct way, streets and sidewalks.

It seemed really likely that Rose's friends had a hand in this. She had no idea how they managed the stealth necessary to take everything but a table cloth, but one thing was certain, she wanted this over, and she wanted it over quick.

There were a few routes Rose could have taken, but the streets and sidewalks were the most direct. And since it was the evening, the streets just might be quiet enough for Rose to make down a couple of blocks.

Rose took a deep breath, and opened her front door. She didn't want to risk accidentally losing her key, so she hid it under the door mat. Then the barely covered girl tightly held the tablecloth against her form.

She began her journey, slowly walking away from her front door to the sidewalk. Her eyes scanned the front yard frantically as she kept an eye out for anyone who could see her, whether it could be a late night jogger, or a passing car.

"I can't believe this is happening," Rose said to herself. "I can't believe I have to do this."

The cool night air waved over her exposed skin, making the dry edges of the table cloth flutter, threatening to expose her lower half.

Rose had only made it just past her mailbox, and she still had a long way to go to get to the party. A few blocks seemed like a short walk, yet it somehow seemed so much longer without any clothes.

Her tension was high as she made her way down the sidewalk. She was just about to pass by her next door neighbors house, when she crossed paths with misfortune.