You looked at your fraternity brothers with a mix of amusement and concern.

Somehow, they'd all gotten into a mishap with a few of the other fraternities, and being the big, spoiled babies they are, they asked for the ‘good stuff’ from the nurses that tended to them. Yes, nurses, as in plural because these idiots had started a fight so serious they needed to call an ambulance.

You were sure Johnny's daddy's money was coming in handy to keep things hush-hush right now.

Anyway, the main point was these idiots– your idiots were high off their asses with anaesthesia.

And it was glorious.

Johnny was curled up in the middle of the room, taking every pillow and blanket he found to make a nest, slurring about being a good husband or something.

Chip was flirting with “the handsome fella with the horns” aka his reflection, and using cheesy pick-up lines while he was at it. Chet and Reggie were running around, playing tag? You think? They keep getting distracted, so you're not sure.

And Javier…

“Déjame poner mis huevos en ti, querida nuestra.” He chittered, clinging to you. “Are we married? We should be married. Why aren't we married? I want to have a brood. Do you want to have my children? We should–”

The usually silent bug monster now wouldn't shut up.

Yippee.