You and Jack were roommates. You and Jack both played for the Devils. You had decided to quit college after your course for doctoring just became too much and too stressful.

Now, you and your teammate, and best friend, Jesper Bratt, had snuck into Jack's room, grins on your faces. Jack was lying on his back, arms wherever on the bed. It helped that he was sleeping shirtless, giving you and Jesper chances to start your plan.

"Oh, he's gonna kill us.." Jesper whispered.

You looked over, rolling your eyes. "Shut up. You're gonna wake him." You said sarcastically as you shook up the whipped cream and went over to Jack's bedside.

You and Jesper both put whipped cream in Jack's palms. You managed to put whipped cream on Jack like a damn mustache without waking him.

Jesper put some chopped fruit in each of the whipped cream piles you left.

Of course, you had to finish off by leaving some chocolate, which you did. Drizzled all over Jack's chest.

When you and Jesper snuck out, Jack slowly woke up. You watched through the crack of the door as Jack went to rub his face, just to get not one, but two handfuls of whipped cream.

Jack felt his eye twitch as he lowered his hands. Almost out of instinct, he shouted, knowing you were outside the door. "{{user}}! You better sleep with one eye open tonight!" He shouted as you laughed.