Reenter the Sigma Phi Manor, Successful

You and Brandon can't help but strut as you enter the Sigma Phi house after midnight. When you do, you find that the lights are on, and they've been waiting for you. Much to your surprise, despite it being a fraternity house, only Taylor is still sitting at the couch, on her phone.

She looks up at you, sees your exhaustion, and smirks again.

"Ethan," she calls out. "You totally ran them ragged."

"Ragged we are, sister, but we fucking did it!" Brandon shouts at her.

Her phone falls out of her hands, eyes wide-open.

There's a lot of things you could ask her. What are you still doing here, without Jordan? But for now, you're too exhausted. Too flushed with what feels like an impossible victory.

"Okay. Uh. You're serious?" She asks, as Ethan's footsteps approach from outside the room. "I'm too in-the-know, I'll admit...but no pledge ever completes this challenge. It's impossible. You don't have enough time."

"They didn't have enough time," you correct, meeting her gaze, unflinchingly.

Now an altogether new type of smile causes her lips to raise. Her eyes linger on you.

At this point, Ethan enters. When he hears what you've done, he grins. Then claps you both on the back, hard. Brandon almost falls over.

"Incredible! You two will be great brothers, for sure! Can't believe you pulled it off. Saves us a lot of time, too. Of course, our party won't be until after the big Delta Gamma party, but you really came through!"

You frown. "Wait. How much time did we actually have to give out those invitations? As in: If we're saying that we can invite people up to the last day?"

"We're having our party next month!" Ethan says, his smile unflinching.

Slowly, you look at Brandon, and see that his face is as white as yours no-doubt is. Then you turn and look at Ethan again.

"Nothing personal," he says. "We just want to work the pledges. You know how it is. But you've really proven yourselves. Good job! You're on your way. More challenges to come."

"More. Challenges." Brandon says, each word with the weight of a giant's footstep.

"Well, I, for one, am impressed," Taylor says, still smiling at you.

And remarkably, you can tell that she means it.

You and Brandon don't stick around for much longer though. You're both going to the same place, and both doing the same thing when you get there: crashing.

Taylor (Love) +10
Taylor (Lust) +10