Party!!!

It was past 7 p.m. when I left for the Sigma Phi party. This time I had to check on the maps to see where it was. I swear Oxford’s streets were playing a trick in my head that night. When I turned the last corner at St Michael’s Street, I heard from the distance the muffled music coming from the frat. A bunch of people were gathered in line waiting to enter. I got to the end of the line and some frat guys were greeting the visitors and selling the tickets to the waiters. The guy I met earlier recognized me when he was about to offer me a ticket.

“Oh hey, man! You've made it!” Matthew smiled at me.

“Hey, how's it going? Are people still getting in?” I asked because it seemed the line wasn’t moving.

“Yes, but there are just a few tickets available now. Aren't you a student? Freshmen don't pay anything today. You just have to participate in the games.” He said.

“What doesn't kill me…” I laughed.

“Don't worry, lad. Come on.” He walked me to the front door and a blond girl was taking the tickets.

“He's a freshman and not a pledge.” Matthew said to her. She rolled her eyes at him and took her time checking me out from head to toe, chewing bubble gum.

I smirked. I’m not a sore sight for the eyes, especially when I put my black and white outfit in the game. The girl lifted her eyebrows and twisted her nose like I was just one more of the same guys she already saw that night.

“There you go.” She said unnamused and wrapped a white paper bracelet on my wrist.

Before I got sucked in the mess, I heard Matthew saying my name and her writing on a clipboard.

Inside the house the music was incredibly loud and the drum of the sound system was clearly visible in the speakers. All lights were out and the only illumination came from the black lamps that made my bracelet glow blue in the dark. People were hulling, screaming, jumping and dancing everywhere I looked. I went through the crowd and managed to get myself to the bar where I was asked for some beer. A girl was passing by holding hands with some very drunk guy and scanned the room. When she turned to her right and saw me, she looked directly to the bracelet on my arm.

“You, fresh meat! Let's go.” She pointed at me and fiercely demanded, holding my free hand, dragging me out of the house.