Karyn was almost falling over with laughter. "Why are you laughing, Karyn? Is there something on my... Karyn, what are you doing?"
She had slowly stopped laughing and was moving closer to Jon, hands outstretched. She reached for his tube top and started to pull it roughly over his head. Jon tried to struggle away from her, but he didn't get far before Karyn grabbed his miniskirt and started to pull it down.
"Karyn! Stop!"
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to either of the pair, there was another couple across the hall, having their own romantic struggle. Brad was trying to lean in to kiss Jenna, his girlfriend, but she wasn't happy with him right now, as she had recently had to explain his behavior to her parents. "Brad, not now! I'm trying to have a conversation with you!"
"You know you love it, baby!" Brad said, clearly thinking he was God's gift to womankind.
"That may be, but still, sometimes I wish you would get your hands off me!" Jenna stormed off in a huff, leaving Brad to call after her, calling out all the cliches he could think of.
Back with Jon and Karyn, the situation that had suddenly escalated out of nowhere had dissapated in an instant. Karyn had come back to herself and was looking at the bits of cloth in her hands. In one hand she held a strip of denim, and in the other was... a tube top. Jon was standing a few yards away, wearing only a pair of black thong panties, and crying slightly. The tears were smearing his makeup.
