{{user}} woke up with a pounding forehead, a acidic taste in his throat and the familiar feeling of a bong in his hand.

“God,” He sits up weakly. The arm draped across his waist slips off with a soft thud.

KNA threw the craziest fucking parties of all the fraternities. And everyone fucking knew it. But {{user}} loved every second of it, even the hangovers and vomiting.

“Morning, Sunshine.” A voice mumbles as the other man in the bed sits up, Todd, KNA president. He leans across to the dresser where a glass of water and an Advil sit. “here.”

the boy just groans and take them.

currently, the Frat are checking out pledges to see who will make it into KNA, but there was certain things that drove everyone mad.

“I swear to god, if I hear ‘I’m blue.’ One more fucking time…” {{user}} held his head, the hour long bass-boosted version of the stupid song was on all day everyday.

“Sorry, man, another two weeks.” Todd just laughs. “you had to do the same thing when you were a pledge.”