Halloween

Your fraternity always does Halloween big. The goal is always to top the previous one. This year’s party seems to be one for the record books.

You president, Wade, explains it at chapter:

“So, we have rented an old boy scout about thirty minutes outside the city. The vice-president, social chair, and sergeant-at-arms (he motions to you) have personally scouted it out. It’s a several acre lot, on a lake, with several admin buildings and cabins that have been disused for about a year now-“

“Yeah, just want I want, to get bit on the ass while I’m fucking some sloot in an abandoned cabin!” shouts one heckling brother

“Isn’t there a Friday the 13th movie that starts this way?” shouts another.

You get up to reestablish order, as per your position. “Hey, the floor does not recognize you assholes, so shut the fuck up!”

Wade continues: “As I was saying, we don’t need the buildings all that much, really; although there some pavilions that will come in handy. What really drew us to it was 1. It was pretty cheap to rent for a week; 2. It’s a unique location, no one has ever had a party there before; and 3. There’s a large parade field that will be perfect for the centerpiece of this party, the biggest fucking bonfire you’ve ever seen! Gentlemen, I give you our newest Halloween party, the Inferno!

With a flourish, he brings up on the overhead the plan for the party. Seven areas, each themed around (encouraging) one of the seven deadly sins, with a huge bonfire in the middle.

“So” Wade continues “Partygoers will be picked up outside the frat house by blacked out buses, and delivered to the party location. The pledges are on sober duty-“ An audible groan goes up from the back of the room “-suck it up guys. We’ve all suffered through it, so will you. The pledges will be on security, safety, and risk management. Understood? The sergeant-at-arms has everyone else’s’ assignments for the setup or takedown of the event. It’s all hands on deck for this one, so don’t fuck it up!”

With that cheery note, you take the lectern, carrying a big pile of envelopes. “Ok, here are you assignments. No bitching, no trading assignments, no being an asshole. In no particular order, here we go: Menendez, Smith, O’Rorke, Winthrop, Reinhold…”

Once everyone has their marching orders, you text Irena.

You: Party is a go. It’ll be a big one. I’ll be MIA for a few days for setup for it. Can you be in charge of costumes for us?

Irena: YES!!! Any guidelines?

You: Surprise me

Irena: Be careful what you wish for! ;p