the only bad thing about mental frat parties, was the insane hangovers. Everyone is dying the morning after, vomit in every room, it’s just a fucking hilarious mess.

“Damn, sunshine.” Todd snorts as he leans against the bathroom door, arms across his chest. “beer pong is always a bad idea past 2am.”

“It was Tom’s idea.” {{user}} mutters, glancing over his shoulder. He cracks a smile as he sees the frat president. “hey, Todd.”

“Hey, {{user}}.” he cracks a smile. “there’s some Advil in my room.”

{{user}} just continues to dry heave into the toilet.

“Another party tonight, remember.” Todd grins, amused but also feeling bad.

“I’ll be okay by tonight.”

“There he is.”