fratboydooshbag | UC Sunnydale, Friday, October 5th, Evening

So, 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.

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... Sweaty balls. Yep. That was a mental image he'd need a few stiff drinks to be rid of.

"Yeah, I'll waste that Saturday," Warren sighed. "Where did you want to go, anyhow?"

Don't do it, Warren!

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fratboydooshbag

"Just a party," Doosh said. Casually. "Thrown by some dudes."

So...the largest and most cramped party on campus, filled with tons of underage drinking and unwise decisions that would most likely lead to police getting called to shut it down.

The Zetas threw the best parties ever.

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wwiii

"... That's what this is all about? You didn't want to show up alone to some party on a Friday night?"

Warren was looking perturbed all over again.

"Which... dudes? Do I know any?"

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fratboydooshbag

"Probably not," Doosh replied. "They don't hang out in textbooks."

Or the library. Or classes, really.

"...Have you even heard about the Zeta frat?"

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wwiii

"The ones that throw the really crazy parties?"

Yeah, Warren had heard of them. It was difficult not to. He'd been contemplating the Kappa Sigma frat, mostly for nostalgia sake, but also because they actually seemed to be somewhat more oriented toward academics and honor and courage...

"Like, the reason we hear sirens on campus every other Friday night?"

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"Exactly!" Doosh was pleased, both that Warren was completely ignorant and with the plan of going to one of those parties. "We're totally going to rush them! It'll be fuckin' awesome!"

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wwiii

Warren inched back a little. When his roomie got that look in his eye, distance really seemed like the only option.

"... You want to rush the Zetas."

A beat.

"You want me to rush the Zetas with you."

Save him, Kappa Sigma!

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fratboydooshbag

"It'll be fuckin' awesome, bra!"

For one thing, he'd no longer be alone in his quest to save Warren from a life of hopeless lameness.

"And junior year, we can even move into the frat house instead of these loser dorms!"

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wwiii

"I... wasn't actually..."

Planning to be here that long?

That.

"... I mean, I was looking at the Kappas..."

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fratboydooshbag

"Kappas?"

Doosh made a face as if Warren had just expressed a fondness for rotten meat.

"Ugh. Could you maybe try not to be a loser? Just a little?"

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wwiii

"What, and put forth a conscious effort towards something that isn't pivotal to the rest of my life?" Warren was raising an eyebrow at you, Doosh. A very pointed eyebrow. "Sounds almost like effort."

Not the E word!

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fratboydooshbag

"Dude, bra, seriously? Like...having fun is not going to be pivotal for the rest of your life?"

Warren, your life was the SADDEST.

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wwiii

"That's what high school was for," Warren countered. "And after college. Believe it or not, I didn't decide to go to school for the keggers."

Or... whatever they were called.

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fratboydooshbag

Look at Doosh's face, Warren. Just look at it.

He is SO CONFUSED.

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wwiii

Poor, poor Doosh. Warren was really... kind of unsympathetic.

"... What is that look for?"

He'd thought that his explanation had made perfect sense, Asher.

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fratboydooshbag

"Dude. Who doesn't want to have fun in college?"

And how did Warren have that much fun in high school?!? He must just be confused about what fun was.

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wwiii

"... Any son of my father," Warren replied, sounding... maybe a touch bitter about that. "High expectations, and all."

He shrugged.

"I'll go to the party with you, but I'm not making any promises about joining the Zetas. I really can't afford to screw this year up, Asher."

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fratboydooshbag

"You're a freshman," Doosh replied, rolling his eyes at the idea of the 'son of my father' comment. "Fucking up this year is what we do."

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wwiii

It wasn't, if that was all the school you were planning on getting before taking off for far-off worlds.

The things he couldn't say to his roommate...

"Maybe it's what you do. But even I can't afford to mess this one up."

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fratboydooshbag

"Dude. I've seen the money you flash around." Like a wealthy asshole. "You can afford anything. Or will Daddy cut you off from your trust fund if you don't get B's?"

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wwiii

Warren's feathers prickled behind him, and his eyes narrowed a little.

"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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fratboydooshbag

"Oh. Lemme guess, you didn't get into rich boy school this year," Doosh replied with mock-sorrow. "So now you've got to study hard this year so Daddy stops being so mad at you."

Awwwww.

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wwiii

"I didn't apply to Yale or Harvard or anything," Warren countered. "I came here because I have a friend that applied here, too, and I figured it would be easier to come in already knowing somebody."

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fratboydooshbag

"That mousey chick I'm pretty sure you're banging on the side?" Doosh asked.

Because that's what he'd do. Or, rather, what he'd like to think he'd do.