When Jenny began to wake up, she noticed two things were wrong. She was, for one, far too close to the ceiling of her dormitory. Just a few inches, more than enough to smash her head if she sat up all of the way, and good that she had noticed. She was in Ella's bunk. Secondly, it was absolutely freezing in the room and she was vaguely uncomfortable. She soon realized that there were several factors contributing to this. Her bedroom window was cracked open to the February air, she had absolutely no blankets, and there were Scrabble and chess pieces scattered on her pillow, some stuck to her cheek.
Plus there was the fact that she was only wearing the lingerie she had so cleverly put on for Charlie the evening before.
Well, at least the evening had probably gone well. She hadn't given in and gone running to Sera, there was that. But where was Charlie? And for that matter, where was Ella? Obviously not in her own bed at half past seven in the morning. Noticing for the first time, Jenny felt someone behind her, seemingly sleeping with their bare back against her's.
She made a little face, turning over and expecting to see a familiar mop of blonde hair, but finding the back of Hendrix's head instead. Her eyes going wide, Jenny couldn't help but let out a little squeak. "Hendrix! What are-- where's Ella!?" she squealed.