Sorority Party

The thumping bass of music reverberated through the walls of the old Victorian house converted into a sorority den. Cars were strewn about the parking lot and they even used golf carts to ferry people to an outside parking lot. Everyone was invited to the biggest party of the semester. This was the Beta Omegas house.

The Beta Sigmas were the sorority that every girl wanted to join. While it wasn't official, everyone knew that if you weren't a hottie you would not be able to join. Only the baddest girls on campus were permitted entry into their house. The other thing, their most closely kept secret, was nobody knew what the initiation process was for them.

Outside, a porch adorned with fairy lights offers a warm glow against the fall night. Two white Corinthian columns flanked the steps. Students mill around outside in groups. Red solo cups and beer bottles are in everyone's hands.

Just outside at the front of the street are two friends. Hunter is finally 21 and able to drink. He is a taller man, 180 lbs but has kept himself in the gym to stave off the freshman 15 many of his peers have succumbed to. He was sharply dressed in his white button down shirt and rolled up sleeves. He had freshly shaved and was ready to party.

His buddy Chris, also 21, was with him tonight. They both went to the same high school and luckily been able to keep their friendship alive through college. Slightly taller than Hunter, but with less defined muscles, Chris was very laid guy back in small group situations. However, he got anxious in large crowds. Luckily they had pre-gamed the party and both were feeling loose and relaxed when they arrived.

They approached the house, weaving through groups of students chatting and laughing. Mike pulled on his shirt nervously as they reached the front steps. Apparently he had not gotten enough to drink beforehand.

Mike yelled over the loud music, "You sure about this, man?"

"Absolutely! Free drinks, good music, what’s not to like? And best of all..."

As they ascended the front steps, they passed two sorority girls giggling in the corner. Mike and Hunter stole a quick look at both of them. Looking back at each other, they smirked.

"I'm telling you Mike, tonight's the night. Tonight I'm bagging the baddest girl here."

Mike relaxed at this comment and punched his shoulder. "Bro you've been saying that all semester. You ain't got what it takes to get the president. Hell nobody has that in them. How bout you snap your dry streak first before talking big game."

"Alright, I'll prove it to ya. Tomorrow morning let's meet up. I'll show you what I bagged and you show me yours."

"Bet. You're gonna feel foolish when you see what I can do."

Hunter pulled Mike in for a handshake. They had an unspoken rule to split up at parties like this. Separately they could cover more ground and they wouldn't step on each other talking the ladies. Mike rolled his shoulders. Now that the nerves had disappeared, he was ready to go. He immediately went inside to the party. Hunter started to walk in behind Mike after a few seconds, but those few seconds were all that was needed to lose his buddy in the crowd.

Now Hunter had to decide how he wanted to approach this party.