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fratboydooshbagSo, school had been in session for about a month now, and Asher (or, 'Doosh,' as he was known to his roommate's personal narrative) had learned a lot of things:
*The business department had TONS of couches throughout the building, like they expected their students to nap and need some place to take chicks when their roommates were whiny bitches,
*It wasn't a stereotype that college chicks liked dudes in frats the best,
*His roommate was a whiny bitch.
Unfortunately for Doosh, the third fact made the first fact necessary (though he also appreciated the couches when he wanted to sleep through lecture and his whiny bitch roommate was yapping on the phone or at his computer like a 14 year old girl). Also unfortunately for douche, the second fact made the first fact useless for him right now. All the hot bitches he'd tried to mack on were only interested in dudes in the frat. And since he wasn't first-string football yet, he couldn't even use that instead!
But now that October was here, Rush Week had started. And Doosh had learned a few things about Rush Week, too.
*Zeta Lambda Psi was the frat to join, at least if you wanted to be anyone on campus.
*Zetas also threw THE BEST KEGGERS of all time.
*The number one freshman that all the frats were looking to recruit was, you guessed it, Doosh's own...whiny bitch roommate. Because he was loaded.
All of which meant two things: 1) Doosh needed Warren to rush Zeta with him to SECURE his chances of getting into the frat, and 2) that meant dragging Warren out to a party on a Friday night like a real college student, instead of leaving him behind to cry into an old pair of his girlfriend's panties or something.
Fuck.
*The business department had TONS of couches throughout the building, like they expected their students to nap and need some place to take chicks when their roommates were whiny bitches,
*It wasn't a stereotype that college chicks liked dudes in frats the best,
*His roommate was a whiny bitch.
Unfortunately for Doosh, the third fact made the first fact necessary (though he also appreciated the couches when he wanted to sleep through lecture and his whiny bitch roommate was yapping on the phone or at his computer like a 14 year old girl). Also unfortunately for douche, the second fact made the first fact useless for him right now. All the hot bitches he'd tried to mack on were only interested in dudes in the frat. And since he wasn't first-string football yet, he couldn't even use that instead!
But now that October was here, Rush Week had started. And Doosh had learned a few things about Rush Week, too.
*Zeta Lambda Psi was the frat to join, at least if you wanted to be anyone on campus.
*Zetas also threw THE BEST KEGGERS of all time.
*The number one freshman that all the frats were looking to recruit was, you guessed it, Doosh's own...whiny bitch roommate. Because he was loaded.
All of which meant two things: 1) Doosh needed Warren to rush Zeta with him to SECURE his chances of getting into the frat, and 2) that meant dragging Warren out to a party on a Friday night like a real college student, instead of leaving him behind to cry into an old pair of his girlfriend's panties or something.
Fuck.
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Date: 2012-03-06 02:31 am (UTC)"I'm inheriting the company, whether I like it or not. These things don't run themselves, you know."
Seriously, could he just donate it to Xavier's School when his father inevitably got himself killed and run away to Glacia without looking back?
"... And anyhow, I might not stay here for a second year. Something might come up, before then."
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Date: 2012-03-06 02:50 am (UTC)Awwwww.
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-06 03:18 am (UTC)Because that's what he'd do. Or, rather, what he'd like to think he'd do.
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:20 am (UTC)Just throwing that out there.
"But yes, Tara."
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Date: 2012-03-06 04:09 am (UTC)Woo! Doosh totally had a chance!
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Date: 2012-03-06 10:38 am (UTC)"Right. That's totally it. She doesn't like pretty guys."
He had no idea if Tara was comfortable with being out here or not. And even if she was, he sure as hell didn't trust Asher to take that information with even the slightest bit of maturity.
"Or quarterbacks."
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Date: 2012-03-06 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-07 01:13 am (UTC)But he was too busy trying to squirm to get free before Asher could slide his arm down his back a little more to really worry too much about correcting him, at the moment. One of these days, he'd take that arm around his shoulder without his heart pounding in his ears.
... Today was not so much that day.
"Yeah. Uh. Whatever you say..."
Duck. Duck and wriggle. That might do it.
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Date: 2012-03-07 10:57 pm (UTC)Because he knew how women worked. Obviously.
"So, party, yeah?"
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Date: 2012-03-08 02:12 am (UTC)"Party," Warren sighed. "I guess."
There was no getting out of this unless he leapt through another window, was there?