Aftermath.

[Jake Miller]

Pure insanity. 

That was the best was to describe it. The best two words for his experience. Besides. Maybe. Anarchy. At least, to Jake, that's what it felt like. He had had a blast. That was all that mattered. 

The previous day, the frat boys had invited him to this party. They were starting to recruit and Jake's current social status made him the perfect candidate. At first, Jake found the whole thing sort of dumb and childish but this night... this night had changed everything he had ever imagine about college. They told him he would fit in just fine. He did, of course. They told him college girls were a whole other world. However, Jake didn't get laid that night. They didn't let him. He had gotten close many times throughout that night. It wasn't that hard. It had never been. Especially when he was fucked up. But for some unknown reason, they made it a point that he couldn't. Miller supposed it was some frat policy. 

Anyways, the night was a blur. At around 4am, Jake came out of that blur. He woke up laid out on the rug. The brunette was completely barefoot and his socks were on his hands and pulled up towards his forearms. 

The boy rose up and squinted rubbing the back of his head with the sock-hand. What time was it? Where was he? 

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[Cyn Harrison]

Ugh, this might have been a mistake.

That or Cyn didn't realize how fucked she'd be after a night of partying, drinks, mixed with drugs and unmemorable sex. The grogginess, side effects, and hangover teamed up to hit her like a sock filled with bricks. Only to open her eyes to a dark bedroom, as she found herself laid up under covers next to her frat boy of the night. Sadly, this one had a girlfriend so staying any longer could result in some major consequences.

She squinted, maneuvering her hands around the nightstand as she tried to find the switch for the light source... and her phone. It took no time for Cyn to stumble upon her clothes and make it out of the room with her heels in one hand and phone in the other. She groggily stumbled around while making her way down the hallway, down the steps, only to find herself in the room where most of the partying went down. There were a few laid out all over the place, even one of her friends had been out cold underneath a table.

Cyn contemplated leaving her, but there was a good chance that there was food int he fridge... Oh god, food. Raid the fridge or leave her friend hanging?

There was sudden movement from a once lifeless body on the rug. Causing Cyn to stop in her tracks as she squinted towards him. Wasn't he apart of this Frat? Blinking a few times, she tried standing up straight, though she wobbled a bit. Her hair was a mess, the strap on her top kept slipping off her shoulder, and there was no way she was driving back. Besides, the Soro house was just down the street. "Hey..." This was no time to be proper. "You guys have any food in the fridge?"

[Jake Miller]

A girl walked through. He couldn't really tell who it was. Everything was still kid of blurry. He squinted at her and ran a hand through his naturally spiky hair. "No apart of this frat. Still a senior." He told her with a huff trying to lift himself off of the ground. 

"I was yanked here from my dorm. To experience a college party or something. Nothing I haven't seen or done before though." That was a half truth. High school parties were just a toned down versions. 

Jake gripped his stomach. He stomach growled. In doing so, he realized the socks. Biting the ends, he pulled them off and threw then on the person passed out on the couch. As he walked over into the kitchen he looked around before getting a drink from the kitchen sink. "I'm starving. But all I see are some old chips and beer." He looked some more. "Oh and some marijuana." He smirked. It was spread all around the counter in small dust almost, pieces. 

He took a better look and the woman. Clearly older but not by much. Attractive, of course. You pretty much had to be to be there. "Good night?"