Brandon gets you in (Brandon (Bro) 35)

You're getting ready when the door of your dorm bangs open, and for a second you think someone is breaking in before Brandon's voice calls out.

"What up, bro-senya!" he shouts from the doorway.

You step out, your hair gelled by not yet styled, and look him in the eyes. The door is still open, and he's got a bag of something. As you watch, he slowly slides a bottle out of the bag. You pull him inside and close the door.

"Dude, we aren't allowed to have alcohol in the dorms," you say. "And the door was literally open, Megan will throw our asses to the curb."

"Ah, nah, she likes you," Brandon says, now pulling out the bottle and showing it off. "Don't try to deny it. You've got a way with the ladies."

"What are we doing?" you ask, as he pulls out a glass. "Are we pre-graming?"

"Nah. You are," Brandon pours liquor into one glass, and hands it to you. "I'm DD'ing."

You don't take the glass, and instead eye him suspiciously.

He smirks, then sighs. "Don't make me drink it, myself."

"What's going on?" you ask.

Brandon puts the glass on the small built-in desk, rolling his eyes. When they're straight-ahead again, his gaze is locked onto yours, more serious than you've ever seen it. He says, "Alice is going to the party, tonight."

Right. You'd heard something about that. It struck you as strange, at the time. Alice isn't part of any sorority and clearly has no aspirations of joining one. You figure that Brandon got her in. But why is he frowning, now?

You prod at this. "So...?"

"So, I want her to be okay," he picks up the glass and moves it in your direction, again. "And this is my gift in advance, alright? Because what I want is for you to be a second set of eyes for me. If something goes wrong, I want to see it, or I want you to see it, if I miss it. Do you understand?"'

"I think I understand," you say. As a show of good faith, you take the glass and sip it. It tastes like fire, and you cough. There is no way he can expect you to be alert after consuming this.

Apologetically, he takes the glass and dumps it out in the sink. Then he washes it out and hides the bottle. The confused and nervous look on his face is enough for you to realize that he's trying to be serious, but actually has no idea what the fuck he's doing, here.

So you say it without thinking. "Okay."

He looks at you, intently. "Okay?"

"Okay," you say. "I'll look after Alice. I'll make sure that she's okay."

He breaks out into a grin, and claps you on the back.

You hope you haven't locked yourself into anything dangerous.

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Later, the two of you pull up at the Delta Gamma manor.

And "manor" might be the right word. The building is at the end of a pathway leading up a huge lawn. It is two storeys and more bedrooms than you can count. A few girls are standing around outside, and you spot Yasmin among them. Undoubtedly, there will be more people you recognize here.

"Ah, shit," Brandon says, as he examines all the cars parked by the curb. "I'll have to find a different place to park the car. I'll drop you off, okay? Check up on Alice."

You nod, and then all at once you're getting out of the car and walking down the walkway through the lawn, approaching the manor's wide front porch.

When you finally get there, you try to knock, but the door practically falls open. Standing there is...

Brandon (Bro) +5
Mission: Protect Alice