The Frat Party
The murky smell of sweat mixed with smoke makes me cringe as I walk into the frat house. Truthfully, I’ve never been a fan of the smell of smoke. As Ruby and I make our way through the crowded house I notice that there are a lot of cute guys walking around and handing drinks to fellow party-goers.
“Do you want to get a drink?” Ruby asks, yelling over the loud music.
“Yeah! I have to go to the washroom first though.”
“Alright, I’ll get us some drinks while you go and I’ll meet you back here.”
“Okay, but I don’t want anything too strong” She laughs at my comment and walks away to what I assume is the kitchen. Right, well now I have to find the washroom in this massive double house. My first instinct is to find the nearest staircase and go upstairs, most toilettes tend to be on a higher level in a house, right? I spot a guy sporting the frat’s Greek sign on his shirt and I approach him.
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