Time to party

"Drink!" Jeered the bartender. Casey obeyed and threw his head back, downing the unknow clear liquid. It burned on the way down and tasted like gas. He coughed several times, sucking in a breath as several people nearby cheered and whooped their drunken approval. Lucas was also suffering, his eyes watering and a hand across his mouth. "Nice!" The stranger who'd appointed himself as bartender in one of the frat houses shoved to red cups towards the boys, grinning. His multi-colored bucket hat, neon sunglasses and cheap Hawaiian shirt had amused Cass to begin with. Though now he had a little more respect for him, watching as he swigged from the bottle with ease. A seasoned veteran to the fresh face recruit he felt like.

"God dam." Casey muttered, taking his cup and shaking his head. "I imagine that is what regret tastes like." Lucas grinned, clearly enjoying himself despite his still suffering expression. "Play hard and party hard right? Howl goes hard, man!" He sipped from his cup and nodded. "This is way easier. I'm not even sure there is any booze in this!"

"I'm a hundred percent sure there is." Casey responded, taking a gulp to ease the pain in his throat. "Okay, I'm gonna try grease some palms." Lucas winked, struggling with the motion slightly. "I think you're using that wrong." Lucas rolled his eyes. "Doesn't matter. You know what I mean. Don't hold up. And if you see either of those Beta Psi guys, kiss and make up, yeah?" Lucas back away, Casey watching him with a slightly bemused look. "Sure thing." He said, watching as he friend walked away, bobbing with zero rhythm as he shifted through the crowd.

The party itself felt surreal. Moving from the make-shift bar in a study room, Casey stood among the crowds of people mingling in the hallway. One side had the open kitchen. Several kegs stocked around the island counter-top, a host of different booze standing atop. Groups of people huddle around, chatting the relative quiet of the space and a guy was comforting a friend as he vomited in the sink. Much to the disapproval of those nearby. On the opposite side of the hall, D1 looking athletes were playing party games along side some beautiful cheerleaders. Several were splayed out on a sofa, giggling widely as body shots were sucked off their exposed stomachs. A ping-pong table was littered with cups and spilled beer as several people played beer-pong. They were all in various states of undress, a strip element had been introduced apparently. A short girl with brunette hair pulled into a topknot and an impressive bust, struggling to be contained by the HU branded tank top she wore glanced over, offering a small smile to Casey as she watched the game.

Outside the front door, several people were chatting and drinking. A familiar shape shifted by, catching Casey's eye.