"Oh, Cleveland!" She patted the girl on her bare shoulder. "I'm bored to death. I've spent a whole month with nothing but female company. I need a change!"
"Think we don't feel the same way?" said the redhead angrily. "You knew the way it would be when you entered the contest—"
"Your green eyes are showing, dear," said the blonde, helping herself to some of Cleveland's lipstick.
"Green eyes, my elbow!" the redhead exploded. "I could get fifty of these space jockeys to squire me around. You think it's so hard? But I had to come a thousand miles for these lousy finals, and I'm not stupid enough to risk everything for a guided tour with some shavetail—"
"Don't protest so much!" the blonde jeered.
The redhead shrieked, dropped her brush, and started for the blonde. Luckily, Maria, a hefty brunette with a voluptuous figure, stepped between them.
"Cut it out!" she pleaded. "It'll be lights out in a little while. Fight it out in the day-time."
"I don't want any trouble," the blonde said petulantly. "I just want a little fun."
"All right," said the redhead. "Let's forget it. I guess we're all just tired." She seated herself again and stroked her hair lazily with the brush. "And we've got quite a day tomorrow."