A little drunk and very terrified Amy made it back to the dorm and took care of the sleep routine. She put on her brother's old Iggy Pop T-shirt, the thermal underwear bottoms she wore up in Maine, and washed her face. There was a knock on the door, but before she could reply Rachel walked in smiling.
In the full light of the dormitory bathroom Amy saw that Rachel was in pieces of a Catholic School Uniform.
Rachel curtsied and pointed at her skirt and blazer. "Like it?" she started laughing, "I haven't worn it in two years, and it still kills me that I spent six years of my life in this thing."
"You went to Catholic School?" Amy's eyebrows and jaw slipped apart from each other in mock terror. "How did you survive?"
"I smoked a ton of pot and published a `zine with some friends back home." Rachel grinned, and sat on the sink. "Typical shit. How do you survive high school?"
Amy laughed. "I play in two different bands, six days a week and after school." Amy felt herself step closer to Rachel.
"Whoa, doesn't leave you much time for socializing, huh?" Rachel's eyes were half-mast, and honed in on Amy's.
"No, not much." Amy felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Rachel put her hands on Amy's hips and pulled her closer. This time Amy started the kiss, and imagined that the institutional fluorescents brightened for one imperceptible moment.
"Want to come back to my room?" Rachel asked. Amy nodded and followed.