A wild hot guy appears

I was following the others to the stairs as some handsome shirtless guy bumped into you. He was obviously drunk by the reddiness on his face and his dizzy eyes. His bicep had a vein ready to pop, pecs square as two bricks and, again, those washboard abs. What’s in this city’s water?

“Man, I can't seem to find my shirt. That girl must've taken it.” The shirtless hot guy said.

He was light headed and sweaty. Maybe he just finish fucking her and went peeing? I don’t know! Hell, I wanted to get in his pants too!

“Dude, do you need help?” I tried to steady him with my hand on his back.

“I just wanna get to my room upstairs.” He reached the back of his hand in his face that was red in the cheeks and rubbed a little. That's when I noticed the same green bracelet I had on.

“Michael, let's go! He's pledging, he can't get any help.” Carl approached me to try to scream into my ears over the noise of the music.

“Mike came back from his first one!” Three guys made their way between the crowd and reached us. One of them said with a beer in his hand. The guys cheered with the shirtless guy clearly uncomfortable. “Common, we gotta find him the next one. Still three to go!” He continued.

“No, give me a break!” Mike protested.

“Well, guess what?! You don't have a break. I’m your Big and I decide what you’ll have to do to win this.” Beer guy shouted.

“Michael, come on!” Me and the shirtless guy looked at Carl at the same time. “My Michael.” He pointed at me.

Everybody seemed too drunk and the shirtless guy that I came to know as Mike – cool name, ain't it? – seemed more than drunk, even ****, I thought. So I decided to help him as he seemed to be totally out of himself.

“You can't help him. It's the frat rules.” His Big warned me.

“Fuck your rules! He's not ok.” I blasted, holding myself back not to smack the guy in his face.

The frat guy looked down at my wrist and flashed me a cold look. “It's your call. We're gonna report on both of you.”

“It's ok, lads. I'm going with them.” Carl intervened and the guys accepted with a shit eating grin.

We reached the stairs with me still helping Mike, my hand on his back as he was walking funny.

“Carl? Mate, what are you doing? Are you nuts?” Jeff asked Carl angrily enough to cut glass.

“I'll make sure they keep in line. Go on. We'll catch up later.” Carl answered and we separated. Jim and Jeff went left in the upper hallway.

“Where's your room?” Carl asked Mike.

“There. End of the hallway.” He pointed to the right.