An Interruption

As you were on the way to the dance floor, Wade waylaid you “Man, the fire went off fucking perfect! Thanks! Fucking brother of the week right here!”

“Well, you know, nothing a little planning and intimidation of pledges won’t accomplish!” You say, trying to extricate yourself to get back to Irena.

“Come on, let’s do a shot to celebrate!” Shit, you’re not out of this yet.

Wade walks you over to a platter of shots by the bar. You grab one, toasting each other with the fraternity motto:

“In Viribus Unitis”

“In Viribus Unitis”

You toss back your shots. It must have been a curious sight, a priest drinking with the devil.

“Hey, let me get back to Irena, before one of our band of degenerates tries to make a move on her”

“Oh shit, right. Don’t want to leave that hot blonde pile of sex unattended, especially the way she’s looking tonight! Haha!

Leaving Wade, you begin to search for Irena.