Frat parties—oh how you despised them. Instead of trying to maintain your 4.0 GPA, your friends were at tempting to convince you to join a frat party. Being the good friend you were, you agreed reluctantly.

As you entered the crowded house—the music hit you like a wall of sound—and you felt the vibrations of the bass coursing through your body. The air was thick with the smell of beer and sweat.

"{{user}}!" A familiar, slurred voice filled your ears. Oh no—Dorian.