The changing room

The phone rings. You roll over towards the sound and with one swooping motion you knock the receiver off the hook. After a short fumble you grasp the cold receiver and bring it to your ear.

"Hello" you grumble.

"Hey man, whatcha doing? You sound half dead mate!" He chuckles.

"That's because I am... what the hell do you want?"

You wish he'd get to the point as you're not a morning person, especially after hitting the town last night with some uni friends.

"Well I'm going shopping to buy some clothes for the trip, remember I told you I'll need to shop for some. Do you want to catch up and help me look for some"

With great effort you remember the trip the five of you had planned for semester's break to Hawaii. The consensus was for somewhere tropical, where you could show some skin of course with the aim of impressing some of the other tourists.... particularly the ladies. Whether it was a well thought out plan or not was irrelevant to the hormonal neurons of five young adults.

And George being the, well, less socially confident and naive group member you had offered to help him choose something trendy for the trip.