“The Chocolate girls, we call them La Leche, they call us Team Chili Crotch, it’s a love hate relationship.” She explained cheerily.

“Oh.” I replied, feigning understanding. “So, who’s on the first floor?”

Alice’s response was muffled by the towel going around her head as she tried to get her hair clean, and she emerged from it looking like that one kid who was dumb enough to stick their fork in the socket. Now it was my turn to chuckle.

“The professors are supposed to take turns sleeping over a couple nights a week so they can keep an eye on us but it never happens. We usually just use it for throwdowns.” I laughed again.

“Oh yeah? A whole floor? Really?” Alice’s expression turned grave.

“You have no idea how intense a tickle fight can get. And don’t get me started on the pillow fights, it’s like West Side Story meets Inglewood.”

“It’s that rough huh?” I replied, trying to keep my face straight. Her Van Damme stayed perfectly in place, she didn’t even twitch as she delivered the next line.

“Ambulances on standby Shane. Ambulances. On. Standby.” We looked at each other and made it about four more seconds before bursting into laughter. Jenny huffed and leapt up with her notebook in hand, breezing out the door muttering something about “uncivilized animals” under her breath.

“Don’t mind her. She’s demonically possessed.” Alice stated matter-of-factly, now cream free. At the mention of the word ‘demon’ I ran a hand through my hair, fidgeting with my tie for a minute before speaking up again,

“Uh, this wouldn’t happen to be a Catholic school would it?” I asked hopelessly.

“Oh God no. It used to be, like ten years ago or something like that, they just haven’t done much redecorating. Other than the dorms I mean.” My eyebrows furrowed.

“Well what about all the kids with crosses?” I asked and Alice’s laugh bubbled out again.

“Its Sunday Shane, everybody’s holy on Sunday.” I must’ve looked unconvinced ‘cause she came over and sat next to me, grabbing a binder off her desk and flipping it open on her lap.

“This is my class schedule, check it out. All the classes are taught by professors, you see any Sister Weird Olden Day Type Names on here?” Leaning down to look at it I saw that she was right and she promptly turned to a page about Solomon Spellman sports featuring the Spartans logo across half of it. “And come on, would a Catholic school use a bunch of homicidal guys who liked to bone each other as their mascot? I think not.” My grin returned in full force as she got up to put the binder back, tossing out over her shoulder,