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kingsilas.

“okay, so my wet t-shirt contest idea doesn’t seem to be working out, but this other chick gave me an idea of a car wash, and i was thinking like, what if we did a shirtless version? me and the guys? do you think that’d work? it’s gotta be easier to get some of these dudes to sign up to take their tops off than it was to get chicks to agree to be sprayed with a house, right?“ silas dropped his backpack on the ground beside elle’s feet and pulled his shirt over his head, wasting no opportunity to do so. “like, you’d come pay to stare at this while your car was getting washed, right?” he gestured to his bare chest and looked back at her expectantly. @overloveds

she  felt  silas  coming  from  a  few  yards  away—  with  a  presence  as  distinct  as  his,  it  was  easy  for  elle  to  sense  it  before  he  even  came  into  her  field  of  view.  once  she  hears  his  voice  directed  as  her,  she  folds  her  book  over  her  thumb,  acting  as  a  makeshift  bookmark  for  the  time  being,  and  gazes  up  at  him  as  he  pitches  the  idea.  she  also  didn’t  think  twice  when  he  proceeded  to  take  his  shirt  off,  it’d  be  weird  if  he  didn’t.    “    first  of  all,  you’ve  come  to  the  right  person,    ”    elle  nods,  using  her  free  hand  to  point  an  index  finger  and  wagging  it  in  the  air,    “    this  is  important  stuff.    ”    funny  thing  is,  she’s  completely  serious.    “    and  i’m  not  gonna  lie  to  you...  i  one  hundred  percent  am  on  board  with  this.    ”

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mirbranson.

Elle’s hands were warm compared to Miriam’s, and they were far steadier, too. Miriam felt like her entire body was shaky – even if it wasn’t. She tried her best to take a deep breath, following her sister’s direction, but only found herself exhaling unevenly when she did. “I – I have to find it. If I don’t, and it’s gone forever, I’ll – I don’t know what’ll happen. I don’t know what I’ll do. It has to be here somewhere. I had it earlier. I think. In the kitchen? – I was in the kitchen with Ryan…” She glanced around, trying to remember where else she’d been in the far-too-big house. “Or by the stairs? I also sat down by the couch, so… it might’ve gotten lost there?” 

she  gave  mir’s  hands  a  small  squeeze  as  she  spoke.  elle  notices  that  she  completely  ignored  the  last  question,  but  she’s  okay  with  it,  of  course.  because  if  mir  wanted  to  tell  her,  she  would’ve.  and  who  knows?  maybe  she  did  and  instead,  her  nerves  were  taking  full  control  of  the  words  rapidly  flowing  from  her  mouth.  the  lack  of  response  sort  of  answered  for  her,  anyway.    “    seriously,  mir,  it’s�� going  to  be  fine.  we’ve  got  this.  i  remember  seeing  you  in  the  kitchen,  let’s  go  check  there  first,  yeah?    ”

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kingkittyfm.

kitty outright chortles at elle’s alarm. not a giggle or a chuckle, but a snorting laugh high in her throat that gives away her level of intoxication more than anything else could. “they’re gone now already, i think,” she tells her friend apologetically, patting elle’s forearm clumsily with a flat palm. “angus saw what was happening and he k-kicked them out immediately. promise.” she leaned in closer to snuggle her head against elle’s, enjoying the sensation of fingers in her hair. wobbly in her inebriated state, kitty’s innocent lean ended up with her landing in elle’s lap instead, but that was just an even more convenient pillow for her heavy head. pleased with this turn of events, kitty continued, “plus he confis- confiscal- he took their dog. so i mean, you could be joint foster parents, maybe. you could raise the dog together, and i could be its godmother.”

even  though  she  wants  to  stay  serious  for  the  dog’s  sake,  kitty’s  laughter  ruins  any  and  all  chance  of  that.  elle  turns  her  face  and  giggles  into  kitty’s  hair—  she  didn’t  have  to  ask  how  much  she’s  had  to  drink,  that  sound  told  her  all  she  needed  to  know.  thankfully,  whatever  guilt  she  felt  about  laughing  disappeared  when  she  heard  the  rest  of  the  story.    “    oh,  thank  god,    ”    she  visibly  relaxes,  letting  her  body  sink  into  the  couch.  as  kitty  fell  into  her  lap,  elle  put  a  hand  on  her  shoulder  to  comfort  her  because  speaking  with  alcohol  in  your  system  is  hard  especially  if  you’re  trying  to  get  out  the word  confiscated.    “    that’s  actually  so  cute  and  it’s  mind  blowing  how  you  still  have  such  good  ideas  when  you’re  this  drunk.  but,  hell  yes,  we’re  gonna  have  to  talk  about  this  tomorrow  because  i  really  think  our  houses  could  use  a  little  mascot.    ”

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comnsce.

“ yeah, for sure . people are going to be fuckin’ people they shouldn’t , getting drunk with people that will most definitely put them in some sort of a pickle , ” he said and laughed as he shook his head at the bad things that they could get into . ryan knew that a lot of things could happen at parties like this - after all , this wasn’t his first rodeo . me ? ryan tilted his head a little to the side and hummed softly , the grin on his lips widened . “ mhmm , ” ryan hummed quietly as he waited for a response from the female to what he had asked . no way . i can’t afford to waste any time deleting posts because tomorrow i will wake up and be on curing hangovers duty . “ on curing hangover duty ? ” ryan replied and laughed softly , “ yikes , that sounds extremely boring , not gonna lie . ”

as  ryan  listed  off  all  the  possibilities  the  party  could  bring,  elle  couldn’t  help  but  smile.  it  used  to  be  exciting  sitting  back  and  watching  the  bad  choices  unfold,  but  now  there’s  an  annoying  voice  in  the  farthest  part  of  her  thoughts  reminding  her  that  there  was  someone  out  there  willing  to  hold  those  decisions  against  them.  elle’s  attention  quickly  snaps  to  ryan,  her  eyes  finally  meeting  his,  when  she  hears  his  diss  about  curing  hangover  duty.    “    hey!    ”    she  says  in  an  offensive,  albeit  sarcastic,  tone,    “    don’t  knock  it  until  you’ve  tried  it.  seeing  your  friends  in  pain  while  you’re  totally  fine  is  just  as  fun  as  watching  them  be  stupid  during  a  party.    ”

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mirbranson.

Miriam didn’t want to stand up. She wanted to continue looking, to find the ring that she’d somehow dropped, likely when she was fidgeting with it on her thumb. But Elle seemed insistent… and given the amount of alcohol in her system, she wasn’t exactly in the mood to put up much of a fight. She stood up, smoothing out her clothes before speaking. “My ring – it was on my thumb, and now it’s not, and – and I need to find it, Elle. Like… now. Like now, now.”

“    okay,  okay,    ”    her  eyes  fall  to  mir’s  hands  and  she  reaches  out  to  hold  them,  delicately,  in  her  own.    “    we’ll  find  it.  we  will,  i  promise.  just  take  a  deep  breath,  okay?    ”    elle  always  keeps  quiet  tabs  on  her  sisters  at  parties,  even  if  she  had  to  resort  in  asking  the  nearest,  most  obnoxiously  drunk  person  to  find  out  where  they  were.  she  did  it  for  emergencies  like  this  one.  and  right  now,  eiley  is  playing  beer  pong,  kitty  is  upstairs  and  drina  is  with  elliot.  while  miriam  is  on  the  edge  of  a full  blown  freak  out—  either  she’s  had  too  much  to  drink  or  the  ring  meant  something.    “    it’s  really  important  to  you,  huh?    ”

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comnsce.

“ is it just me or do you think a lot of people are going to wake up tomorrow and freak out over stuff that they did tonight and don’t remember doing ? and therefore they will go online and delete all evidence on their social media that they were even at the party ? ” he replied and laughed as he tossed back the remaining of the beer from the bottle that he had been holding onto for a while . ryan had his secret that he didn’t want the world to know , but he also knew that a lot of people at the university did . “ what about you ? do you think you’ll wake up tomorrow in panic and be erasing stuff you’ve posted ? ”

“    i  have  no  doubt  in  my  mind,    ”    she  agrees,  nodding  her  head  to  further  emphasize  it.  a  lot  of  things  happen  at  these  parties—  things  that  get  around  seconds  after  they  take  place.  so  as  much  as  people  regret  what  they’ve  done  and  try  to  erase  it  from  social  media,  they  can  never  truly  escape  it.  especially  now  with  the  god  awful  radio  station  over  their  shoulder.    “    me?    ”    elle  eyes  follow  her  pointer  finger  tracing  the  rim  of  her  red  cup  and  she  lets  out  a  small  chuckle.  it’s  a  nice  surprise,  someone  thinks  she’d  be  the  type  of  person  to  do  that.    “    no  way.  i  can’t  afford  to  waste  any  time  deleting  posts  because  tomorrow  i  will  wake  up  and  be  on  curing  hangovers  duty.    ”

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mirbranson.

Miriam fell to her knees, her arms moving around the floor, nearly frantic. “Have you seen a ring?” she asked. She looked up, hoping that someone – anyone would answer her. The ring had fallen off sometime in the night, and she was mad at herself for only just now noticing. “It’s gold – a wide gold band. Please tell me you’ve seen it?” 

elle  was  a  few  feet  away  when  she  heard  the  panicked  shouting  over  loud  music,  the  voice  was  familiar,  causing  her  eyes  to  dart  towards  where  the  faint  sound  had  been  coming  from.  she  cocks  her  head  to  the  side  as  she  sees  her  sorority  sister  on  all  fours.    “    mir?    ”    she  says  out  loud,  pausing  for  a  moment  before  running  to  the  other  girl’s  side.  holding  out  a  hand,  elle  motions  for  miriam  to  stand  up.    “    come  here.  what’s  going  on?  what’s  wrong?    ”

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kingkittyfm.

it is a decent couple of hours into the party, and kitty is sloshed. or, rather, she passed sloshed a few miles back and is now well on her way to smashed. already, she can sense the hangover she’ll be battling tomorrow morning, and it’s almost exciting to consider. the sluggish shift to consciousness. the steady pulse of pain in her head. the rough scrape at the back of her throat. being moderate inebriated for the past three years means that kitty hasn’t been hungover since high school; the concept of it is like that of setting a date to meet an old friend for coffee and catching up. she keeps this to herself, of course, mainly because expressing it would be a one way ticket to a rehab centre, but also because she’s at a party and no one would be listening. kitty listens, though; she watches through quickly blurring vision as her fellow partygoers drift further and further into an indecipherable sea of sweat-soaked bodies, the tang of them sharp and heavy in the air. she takes everything in from her throne, collapsed on the arm of a beaten-up sofa that’s twenty years past its prime, and tries to commit it to memory in smeared snatches. lapsed catholic that she is, this is where she prays now. eventually, she’ll graduate and grow up to be a capital-a adult who can hide an alcohol dependence in champagne flutes and power suits, like the adults of her childhood. already, she misses the present she’s living in… so clearly she is not drunk enough yet. her mouth twitches as she grabs a neon jello shot from a passing co-ed and glares when the boy tries to protest, downing it without tasting anything. kitty lists to one side, finally sliding off the arm of the couch and right into its current occupant. she snuggles up to their side without looking, smiling serenely out at the party. “did you see…” she starts, hiccuping slightly. “did you s-see there were these girls who… they brought their fuckin’dog. to the party. they were tryin’ to get it to smoke a blunt, i swear to god. it was upstairs. can you imagine? how would a dog even hold a fuckin’ blunt?”

before  she  sat  down,  elle  laid  out  her  fuzzy,  white  coat  to  perch  on.  a  protective  nest  that  shielded  her  away  from  the  rest  of  the  party.  however,  she  gladly  welcomed  kitty  joining  at  her  side  and  didn’t  even  mind  as  she  drunkly  fell  into  her  small  space.  she  lets  her  friend  get  comfortable,  then  wraps  an  arm  around  her,  pulling  her  even  closer  and  playing  with  the  ends  of  her  hair.  for  the  past  two  hours,  elle  has  been  waiting  to  hear  back  from  her  boyfriend—  who  insisted  he’d  meet  her  at  the  delta  house  after  cancelling  their  plan  to  meet  at  the  sigma  house.  but  it’s  a  lost  cause,  she  knew  he  wouldn’t  be  coming.  luckily  kitty’s  story  is  enough  to  drown  out  any  other  thoughts.  about  her  boyfriend  and  what  he  may  be  up  to  and  omni.  the  first  place  a  they  would  be  is  a  frat  party,  where  everyone  is  at  their  worst.  unfortunately,  with  a  crowd  this  size,  it  could  be  literally  anyone.    “    what?    ”    she  sits  up  a  bit  straighter,  careful  not  to  disturb  kitty.    “    that’s,  like,  animal  abuse,  kit.  where  were  you  upstairs?  where  are  they?  i’m  going  to  adopt  a  dog  tonight,  i  hope  you  don’t  mind.    ”

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ofcvalerie.

      parties really were the time where valerie was able to get out of her shell a bit and actually converse with people outside of class, she really enjoyed getting to know her friends a bit more, alcohol let her to do that. elle had always been someone she wanted to get to know, hopefully tonight would let her do just that, “oh i’m sure it’s not too bad…” she shrugged, “angus told me there’s just a bunch of juices and lemonade and i think its vodka that’s mixed in? it’s so yummy i hardly taste the alcohol!”

      “    angus  said  that?    ”    an  eyebrow  raises  as  she  refills  her  cup.  it  could  be  worse,  some  random  rushee  could  have  made  the  mixed  drink.  then  she’d  be  a  little  afraid  of  how  much  she’s  consumed  thus  far.    “    well,  that’s  good  news.  i  think  i  trust  him  most.    ”    elle  scans  valerie’s  expression,  a  matching  smile  displayed  on  her  own  lips.    “    also  full  disclosure,  if  this  magic  juice  makes  you  get  up  and  start  dancing  on  tables,  just  know...  i’ll  probably  join  you.    ”

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𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭.  𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎  :  blacklight  party  @  delta  psi  beta.

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asherfm.

“ is it that bad ? ” asher asked , twirling one side of his mustache in between his fingers so it would curl up . the other hand was staying busy by bringing his red solo cup up to his lips to down the unknown contents . he thought it was whiskey … but the color of it begged to differ . light hues lingered on the other as he gave a grin , “ be honest with me . you wouldn’t fuck me because of my mustache … yes or no ? ”

elle  sat  with  her  legs  crossed,  using  a  paint  marker  to  draw  designs  on  the  inside  of  her  wrist,  when  she  heard  a  voice  speaking  to  her.  she  looks  up  to  put  a  face  to  it  and  the  sight  of  asher’s  mustache  causes  her  to  flinch  slightly.  it's  an  acquired  taste.  and  she  didn’t  want  to  lie  to  him,  but  she  doesn’t  want  to  hurt  his  feelings  either.  clearly  it’s  important  to  him.  elle  purses  her  lips  and  bites  the  inside  of  her  cheek,  thinking  hard  for  the  right  answer.    “   hmm,   ”    she  averts  her  eyes  to  the  partially  finished,  glowing  flower.    “    no,  i  wouldn’t  say  that’s  the  reason  why  i  wouldn’t  fuck  you.    ”

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ofcvalerie.

      valerie wasn’t the most social at the best of times so when it came to parties, she always felt a little out of place, luckily she was a few drinks in and she could feel her social anxiety starting to calm down. “hi!” she called out to the person next to her, pouring herself another drink, “are you enjoying yourself? these drinks?” she pointed to this mixer she had come up with, a mixture of vodka and tropical juice “are so good, i love it!” she giggled, valerie was a little tipsy.

      she’s  surprised  to  hear  valerie  initiating  an  interaction  between  them.  not  that  elle  is  complaining,  she’ll  take  any  chance  there  is  to  converse  with  an  unlikely  friend.  especially  when  the  conversation  doesn’t  have  to  do  with  their  classwork.  but,  honestly,  valerie's  right.  one  of  the  best  things  about  parties  is  the  drinks––––  it  isn’t  because  elle  liked  to  get  ridiculously  drunk,  because  it  gave  most  people  a  certain  kind  of  liquid  courage.    “    it  is  really  good,    ”    valerie’s  giggles  are  contagious  and  she’s  quickly  joining  in.    “    i  would  ask  the  guys  what’s  in  it,  but  i’m  sorta  scared  to  find  out.    ”

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stfuelliot.

it was elliot’s first party since arriving at beaumont. he was excited because so many people had mentioned it to him during the week and its what mostly people were talking about when he walked around campus. he had heard that american college parties were different to how they would party in london but that didn’t matter he knew he would have a great time. meeting new people, drinking, creating new memories. once he arrived he went and grabbed himself a drink. as he took a sip of the punch that definitely had vodka and some other sort of alcohol in it he noticed a familar face. “hey, wanna drink?” he asked. 

elle’s  eyes  have  been  fixated  on  her  phone  all  night  and  because  of  this,  she  wasn’t  having  as  much  fun  as  she  was  once  hoping  she  would.  she  did  promise  to  not  drink  too  heavily,  in  case  one  of  her  sisters  needs  help  getting  down  the  delta  stairs  on  the  way  home  later.  but  one  drink  won’t  hurt.    “    actually...  yes,  please,    ”    she  nods  and  takes  a  glance  at  the  person  who  offered.  he  looks  familiar.  only  a  few  seconds  later,  she’s  connecting  the  dots.  however,  elle  isn’t  sure  how  to  react  considering  drina’s  engagement   isn’t  public  knowledge yet.    “    whoa,  elliot,  right?    ”

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kingkittyfm.

“exactly! we’re not, like, the kids of sheiks or oil barons or whatever. except maybe that girl deidre? the sophomore, the one who rushed last year but didn’t get tapped? yeah, she freaks me out.” kitty shudders at the thought of the girl in question, always appearing out of thin air and morbid beyond belief. it had been a pleasure to cross her name off. “but besides her, i can’t imagine any of us having anything to hide. if anything, omni’s the one who’d better start finding somewhere to hide, if drina’s getting the full power of her kingdom to sniff them out.”

she  tries  her  best  not  to  laugh  at  the  thought  of  deidre,  it  would  be  rude,  but  holding  it  in  is  no  use.  elle  turns  her  face  away  from  kitty,  cracking  up  remembering  the  girl’s  strange  behavior.  rush  week  is  always  so  eventful,  if  nothing  else.  she  can  only  imagine  what  this  year  will  bring.    “    we  do  have  the  royal  advantage,  that  much  is  true.  and  you’ve  seen  me  at  my  worst  and  still  love  me.  all  the  sisters  have  and  that  goes  for  gustavus,  too.  so  whatever  omni  has  can’t  be  that  bad.    ”

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boydsfm.

lucas leaned forward to take a proper look at elle’s laptop, frowning at what she showed him. “that’s so fucked up,” lucas muttered, already pulling out his own work laptop. “uh, alright, i need all the boring stuff. full name, student email, student id, so i can like… reset.” he turned back to the laptop screen, brows still furrowed. “why would someone do that, though? like, steal someone’s lecture notes, sure, but then locking them out? i’m pretty sure that could be considered, like, theft or something.” 

she  nods,  understanding  his  reaction.  if  she  didn’t  have  him  to  help  fix  the  issue,  she’d  have  the  same  one.  but  elle  lives  on  greek  row,  she’s  just  glad  no  one  has  stuck  into  her  room  while  she  was  sleeping  and  shaved  off  one  of  her  eyebrows.  she  reaches  over  and  opens  up  her  notes  app  with  all  the  information  he  asked  for  and  stands  tall  again.    “    i’m  telling  you,    ”    elle  shakes  her  head,  disapprovingly,    “    some  people  got  a  real,  dark  sense  of  humor.  it’s  okay,  though.  i  don’t  mind.  we’ve  probably  both  seen  worse.    ”

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hrhdrina.

“the designers are going to send sketches of dresses. there are no greater secrets with the wedding. their are endless bets and speculations. the official announcement will come in the next month or so, because my parents want us to get settled as he’s transfering to beaumont.” drina beams and pulls her sleeves over her hands. elle’s support means the world to her.

“    oh  my  god.  you  have  to  let  me  see  them  when  they  come  in,    ”    elle  can’t  imagine  how  luxurious  the  sketches  are  going  to  be—  or  how  good  drina  would  ultimately  look  in  one  of  them.  just  the  idea  gets  her  even  more  excited,  which  she  wasn’t  sure  was  possible  until  this  moment.    “    when  are  you  going  to  tell  the  other  girls?    ”